Mr. Sweet leave the nazrene in a nalgene im out the water how bad dreams nicotine like tangerine little bit stronger now shed the pain monger ay momma no sacred cow aim farther hate drama name karma take a bow he gones like candlestick n niners child labor camps canaries n miners I feel some way.. Jay-Z no bullshit or whiners (all rhymers.....) no needs no wheeze I cant forget hate this disease its creed so fuck cigarettes been a drunk a stoner not done livin yet not done swimmin yet ima son of a gun n im not gettin wet im out for vengence end this like fall climbers then shelf it like small binders Jay-Z no bullshit or whiners (all rhymers.....)

INTRO one time for west palm jupiter north flow birth of a nation let the west know two times for n y flushin to bedstuy let the fam see my dead eye HOOK cant live if father fails pain my plot derail disease beyond the pale walk im on the trail grief life on the run death duty of a son two now weve become (i need someone) VERSE 1 im a lonely boy takin care my moms n mons cant walk so its fuckin with my job n my job is teachin littles not to rob n im robbin these rappers who cant write songs when life get critical i focused on material 6 mill 6 months in n out my vehicle! go ahead yall can wait for a miracle ima drink to get drunk black out get satirical sober like a slug to my leg six calls in a hour same shit again trickster why you playin with my head? im filled with dread given something that he said pops missed the plan in ohare dont know what youre doing but hit me when youre there just put mom to bed no need to scare im at the door tho call from the air HOOK VERSE 2 dont sell my properties thats my oath dont fight with brother thats my hope learn to smile thats my vote get your mba dats my quote any structure will buckle when i start to touch em cuz my mental is metal n ive become disruption the kings destruction my fathers instructions my third eye buzzin placin the puzzle some times when i rap i ask if im the problem but if i tell you bout my dad im hopin you can solve em the glory of god the pain of evolvin my gift n my guilt ive found my callin these songs is a love letter the storm is weathered writing wit adrenaline fitted a cliff sweater took a lot of punches but we hit better anderson silva feel the gold n the leather HOOK VERSE 3 alzheimers stage two thats what kaiser say diagnosis n death thats my birthday i wrap my arms around you i need my dad this is worst pain but work got me outta town be back by thursday my mind busts n folds as i watch the black road i know who the devil is make the call to sell my soul she said no deal kid you need to let him go thats when i called you Dad so glad you answered the phone HOOK

HOOK the air is so hot i can no longer breathe the sun has risen but i can no longer see agony that comes thru my dreams god why me god why me Verse the blood on my cheeks says this is real pain in my eye is all i can feel i can barely scream so i squeal jim pulls my hand away to reveal the rock roscoes slingshot whistled like a 20 ought burned like a crockpot then my heart stopped blind n abandoned covered wit a bandage cant afford a doctor way too much damage mom says im handsome hands me some glasses what were the chances a life fulla asteriks roscoe hates himself but i dont blame em when i have sons ill never play favorites kill giants like the great king of david n accept love as my payment HOOK

VERSE 1 We in the dirty dirty south early gun proof sun roof am four thirty gettin ghetto n nerdy ratchets play catch up n ngas got thirsty town to town fitted crown get down derby my redbone swirly my dental work pearly my wet work get church step the water worthy chronic n sonics milk shakes n curlies im dominant on the road tour game throwed makes me miss koncepts n kirby (do you remember) how it all began how can i begin dirty raps funny caps to my b town friends back then i had a real passion to serve pops liked the music but he hated the (words) 2live, geto boys, the bay was a sleeper screw driver scooters traffickin stolen beepers southern drawls yes yes yalls game got deeper ugk sun rays lost in the reefer HOOK Windows go down down Seek with our sight Not for suicide Drama waits down town Sneak and we hide Its hot thru the night Speakers go boun boun Feed n we fly Build and we sigh Kids is like now now Think as we ride Can't keep it all inside my pops from jupiter west palm, flowda gators n cobras saints n soldiers profiles n quotas murders n sodas maskin the madness in mansions that motor cliff had a dream wester had a scheme i came to the scene to get my soul clean look what happen hear the blues in the rappin payin dues while u trappin 9 ngas in a cabin sweet as fuck sweet is luck he dont save these babies sweet'll beat his butt jones n the rental foot to the pedal books n mementos teach in the ghetto box like bento shadows of raygun patois pulleys when promptin these paygons silent respect quiet play dumb 808 slave drum this is what i came from HOOK VERSE 3 i spit this fukishima for clifford the dreamer aint wit my hunger games you can suck my peter turn doubt to believers turn a class to arenas its nothin to me over beats by fatima powder to the people? people to the pen? born to destroy till this bullshit end tour round the country wit a few of my friends call spaceship up and we'll do it again its like HOOK rest in peace trayvon martin rest in peace jordan davis

LC Nunley And Bret let me compliment you on bringing him back alive here In this place today Um… Had it not been for Clifford I don’t know whether I would have had a place to stay in San Francisco I ran into some real interesting experiences trying to get a room in San Francisco Clifford and I tried together That’s why we stayed together even after he left Hastings and went to Lincoln We remained room mates for the additional two years But I would let him talk when we were trying to get a room I guess we must have tried a hundred times in San Francisco to get a room And we were probably denied a hundred times And because he spoke we did get a room

Basalonious Funk Mr. Sweet. Belated happy birthday youngster That’s about it Bas wizzle Man I feel you Bret Should have been born in a chalk outline I got so much trouble on my mind A public enemy The day my birth certificate was signed Living life confined to a guide line of rules on scrupulous School of hard knocks has never been pupilous You wanna talk heart ache? Heart break? Since we dealin with real talk, I’ll talk about the family I hate And the mother I can’t wait For an over due fate And how I’m a 40 year old black man with all this shit on my plate Suppose this song might scrape the surface To elevate one’s mind state circumstances and purpose But wait….. Seems that I deviated from the topic at hand I’m life everyday like Ponzi scheme Fucked off from a 401K plan Executive I know the world is against me just never thought it fam Damn My uncle was a man who built his home literally and actually with his hands He worked graveyard shift because he truly loved his fam So all the kids at one point stayed with him and my aunt But when it came to me I was the nga she never truly want I was six years old in age A youngster in rage Expelled from the school district Socked the teacher in her rib cage Phone call was made To have me removed from mom I came home was given my belongings then told Nga…..get the fuck on Took in by this uncle So began the kinship friendship for two and half years my aunt was where this would end with Her and her daughter despised a nga a lot I was scared I’d go to sleep each night I’d hear them bitches plot Psychological warfare I’m placed in place where every day these women were trying to literally erase A nga of the face of this planet I’m telling ya straight! I was fucked from the gate! The irony of this tale Has a twist of fate Sit back chill…….maybe you’d relate I been gone for four years Now this uncle lost weight Due to his pancreatic cancer state I accompanied to him when he received the official prognosis Told about the seven months he had to live Tear drops from eyes, I take notice The disease did him in ferocious I was his personal care giver when no one else was there to give the The baths that he needed or clean his urine from him He barely had strength to stand He knew his end was coming So these women were there to watch as I proceeded to put talk to action With compassion As each breath he breathed he was graspin Gaspin Tragic ain’t it And these women couldn’t imagine that this would happen After doing me so wrong That now I’m the only one that it could truly be counted on

VERSE The slow death is kind to him cruel to me my father will never know he tried to murder his seed i guess thats a plus of watching memory recede im not losin him when hes lost in disease i came in with a nurse we supposed to mri im fearin the worst n cliff wants to hide i hate this kinda work but i aint want him to die i see his arm jerk it slices my breast like pie chest cut open shirt soakin wrestlin gropin hollerin n hopin hard as a bokken nothin spoken wish he was jokin no stoppin his vote the man is potent knee to his wrist pissed he drops the blade swipe he missed i sweep his legs fall on cliff he cries out my name help me bret beggin for my aid nurse breaks it up cliff is looking stunned a man broke in n stabbed his baby son my chest gettin warm my pulse starts to run i pass out dialling 9 1 woke up ambulance gettin stitched no health care now im their bitch hospital full off to kaiser in the rich, im told im lucky off my heart by an inch i was told hed get violent but i never saw the switch we sorry this happened there wasnt a hint when the needle goes in i dont even flinch if heart break is a market then that is my niche

HOOK Look for me in the eye of the storm Newly crowned king but the brow is worn Flag is torn, ego is gone To the fool on my throne You only keeping it warm VERSE My word play hurt, look Wikipedia Too easy subvert, work in the media Even psychics like fuck all the readin em Cuz he reflect, first light, worlds first medium Write with an eye patch Bring nicks n dimes back rhyme hat? blue de bono brain stormer Born in the summer, humid like a hummer oh eight former Oh nine owner GRAPESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Raisin in the sun, razor in the night My a-alikes, be depth, weight and height Like an open mind, like cake n white Humpty hump shotgun, doowhutchulike Shit Its way too simple Slow it down keep it small and nimble I cant really my own favorite riddle I think too much You think too little HOOK Big Ka, draw lines from north star To a boulevard of gross bars, ( I throw hard) Till the pain bogart, slaps open most hearts, prick I pick off nose guards Froze No flows no bart, no ticket, no charge, no kick it, no chart (You are a vic-tim) Of how Im rippin it apart pimpin im the art give me ya heart for i have ya livin outta cart real like a movie blend like a smoothie rap on facts backed by new dreams flow so soothingly show n provin stories so moving now whole room grooving bloom in the winter enter as me need room n a dinna winna is sweet fool ima printa mint this heat hot n cold currents breathe out wu wei HOOK Relax your mind, let your conscience be free get down to the sounds of Mistah Sweet You should keep quiet while the MBA rap but if you tired -- then go sell crack Aint talking wreckless, eat doubt for break fast Lionhead next to Sekmet Sexist, nada, get this Globe trotta, 4 1 Feva top shotta Holla at gebs daughter Text, swerve right turn, bridge traffic, whippin it Ya love how the flow so intimate Value, her spill, wet dick, lickin it Face down, she came hard in a lil bit we cook again steadfast silently tai chi mind be battery invention engine fundamental hyjinx soarin to high peaks beat? now im synced CHORUS Look for me in the eye of the storm Newly crowned king but the brow is worn Flag is torn, ego is gone To the fool on my throne You only keeping it warm VERSE My word play hurt, look Wikipedia Too easy subvert, work in the media Even psychics like fuck all the readin em Cuz he reflect, first light, worlds first medium Write with an eye patch Bring nicks n dimes back rhyme hat? blue de bono brain stormer Born in the summer, humid like a hummer oh eight former Oh nine owner GRAPESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Raisin in the sun, razor in the night My a-alikes, be depth, weight and height Like an open mind, like cake n white Humpty hump shotgun, doowhutchulike Shit Its way too simple Slow it down keep it small and nimble I cant really my own favorite riddle I think too much You think too little CHORUS Big Ka, draw lines from north star To a boulevard of gross bars, ( I throw hard) Till the pain bogart, slaps open most hearts, prick I pick off nose guards Froze No flows no bart, no ticket, no charge, no kick it, no chart (You are a vic-tim) Of how Im rippin it apart pimpin im the art give me ya heart for i have ya livin outta cart real like a movie blend like a smoothie rap on facts backed by new dreams flow so soothingly show n provin stories so moving now whole room grooving bloom in the winter enter as me need room n a dinna winna is sweet fool ima printa mint this heat hot n cold currents breathe out wu wei CHORUS Relax your mind, let your conscience be free get down to the sounds of Mistah Sweet You should keep quiet while the MBA rap but if you tired -- then go sell crack Aint talking wreckless, eat doubt for break fast Lionhead next to Sekmet Sexist, nada, get this Globe trotta, 4 1 Feva top shotta Holla at gebs daughter Text, swerve right turn, bridge traffic, whippin it Ya love how the flow so intimate Value, her spill, wet dick, lickin it Face down, she came hard in a lil bit we cook again steadfast silently tai chi mind be battery invention engine fundamental hyjinx soarin to high peaks beat? now im synced CHORUS Look for me in the eye of the storm Newly crowned king but the brow is worn Flag is torn, ego is gone To the fool on my throne You only keeping it warm VERSE My word play hurt, look Wikipedia Too easy subvert, work in the media Even psychics like fuck all the readin em Cuz he reflect, first light, worlds first medium Write with an eye patch Bring nicks n dimes back rhyme hat? blue de bono brain stormer Born in the summer, humid like a hummer oh eight former Oh nine owner GRAPESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Raisin in the sun, razor in the night My a-alikes, be depth, weight and height Like an open mind, like cake n white Humpty hump shotgun, doowhutchulike Shit Its way too simple Slow it down keep it small and nimble I cant really my own favorite riddle I think too much You think too little CHORUS Big Ka, draw lines from north star To a boulevard of gross bars, ( I throw hard) Till the pain bogart, slaps open most hearts, prick I pick off nose guards Froze No flows no bart, no ticket, no charge, no kick it, no chart (You are a vic-tim) Of how Im rippin it apart pimpin im the art give me ya heart for i have ya livin outta cart real like a movie blend like a smoothie rap on facts backed by new dreams flow so soothingly show n provin stories so moving now whole room grooving bloom in the winter enter as me need room n a dinna winna is sweet fool ima printa mint this heat hot n cold currents breathe out wu wei CHORUS Relax your mind, let your conscience be free get down to the sounds of Mistah Sweet You should keep quiet while the MBA rap but if you tired -- then go sell crack Aint talking wreckless, eat doubt for break fast Lionhead next to Sekmet Sexist, nada, get this Globe trotta, 4 1 Feva top shotta Holla at gebs daughter Text, swerve right turn, bridge traffic, whippin it Ya love how the flow so intimate Value, her spill, wet dick, lickin it Face down, she came hard in a lil bit we cook again steadfast silently tai chi mind be battery invention engine fundamental hyjinx soarin to high peaks beat? now im synced HOOK

MR. SWEET Im always wrong theres never enough space my brains or my race im always outta place calculate stakes in an altered state ignore the pain down in back so my body wont ache cuz im mobbin on crutches steps like lunges bag fulla books and some tuna punch lunches the sicker the winter the bitter december step pennies to glitter walk shoes to slippers guesses n gun claps stresses n come backs wheeze like 8 tracks breathe im hvac got contacts n networks who bomb back when brets hurt delegate n test perts off grid in dress shirts so its back to the road back to the cold braggin dont matter when you haggard n old so its time a job duty to my parents n if i die on this road man im just not carin HOOK Coffee from philz contracts n bills got a heart fulla fire but my veins fulla chills Coughin and pills Doctors and ills Death all around me Just collections and wills JOSHUA CHAMBER Coffee in the freezer, water in the kettle Let the ground settle I’m breakin down the reefer Numbers on my beeper Stakes higher than Jesus, if you scared call the preacher…. I comb my beard up Overhung like soldier numb, with a broken lung Last night I was feeling it and I don’t sleep for shit Look at these fools I put em on Look at the thanks I get Whatever I ever time I gave a shit man its anc-ient I fantasize bout this back in the east bay Minus all of the deep hate All I want is to eat a plate some good rest A cheap date and some good neck I got a lot shit to keep straight my seeds safe, tryin me All I can do is kneel and pray Ease back I been working through a lean day Fuck outta way less you fuckers wanna meet fate HOOK BASALONIUS FUNK You can’t bring me down, no more We fight for our rights (X4) We cannot be moved We fight for our rights (X4) HOOK Coffee from philz contracts n bills got a heart fulla fire but my veins fulla chills Coughin and pills Doctors and ills Death all around me Just collections and wills OUTRO we on we on the roooaaad (x2) u broke my heart tho

James Sweet I was really happy to hear that aspect of Clifford come out because he loved me and loved him. He would follow me anyplace. We used to go out on our Louis and Clark expeditions – going out in those swamps. Going through the little ravines and creeks. We got lost and got loud then. That was the beautiful part about it. At that part I didn’t understand that Jupiter could be a paradise. I just thought “wow why not New York? Why not Chicago? Why not Los Angeles? Why we gotta be out here fightin these mosquitos, snakes and all other kinda things”. Anyway…. I am very pleased to know or hear from other people on their perspective of who Clifford Sweet was because I see in all the things they’re saying….just….(sigh)….my father all over again. Only he was not….I don’t…..well I heard that too…..he put a few head locks on people. (wisftful chuckle) But…but…but….he also had a beautiful side, my mother’s side, he could always bring you to his chest and love you after he already teared up your hide.

VERSE when i left you i grew back my eyes n so i send this note i am.... no longer blind this is a final thought no second tries you tried to kill my shine now i kill your mind you have no idea where ive been what i did what it meant you hid behind police and internet destroy it down build it back my invent this is a movement a righteous union dont play with it dood i am no longer human let you think my whole life was ruined instead ima tap ya for attackin while i was wounded i forgave i aint forgot i was behaved you licked a shot i engage shut down ya spot dont be enraged nga i am the plot ROCNESS MONSTAH To every one of you who counted me out Ya’ll laugh Thought it was funny life was poundin me out I’m back bitch Who celebratin? Drinkin, rounds on the house? While ya’ll suckas duckin round to ya house Boom boom boom VERSE youre a good soldier kept me distracted promises of power flaccid with inaction i played stupid studied your reaction i was born again free will murdered your entrapments you got my back? well i got my back too plenty got my back but they aint fuck me off like you i learned the game then i broke the rules if i refuse to play how can i lose? i can change the frame any time i choose rough turbulance or a breeze thats smooth an interstella fella gettin back a groove divine intelligence u know my ngas moves im invisible unpredictable out the game now no longer visual hate the symbol cues n your rituals hurt me you hurt you god indivisible ROCNESS MONSTAH To every one of you who counted me out Ya’ll laugh Thought it was funny life was poundin me out I’m back bitch Who celebratin? Drinkin, rounds on the house? While ya’ll suckas duckin round to ya house Boom boom boom VERSE n im an asshole put you on blast mode witch wit a horse back bitch fit your simple lasso my wit whips your cash flow til you broken beggin by my castle i froze ya enemies you showed me how gotta a leg up then you sold me out im ya head fool you cant throw me out n since im here we'll use fear to show me round this my victory this my rally ill step on ya neck from florida to cali so you look twice down every dark alley knowin my shadow haunts on ya way thru the valley i store up tons of hard secrets every half decade shift back reveal it made it hard for you to steal or repeat it partial ass ngas i refuse to complete it ROCNESS MONSTAH To every one of you who counted me out Ya’ll laugh Thought it was funny life was poundin me out I’m back bitch Who celebratin? Drinkin, rounds on the house? While ya’ll suckas duckin round to ya house Boom boom boom

VERSE 1 festuned wit goons in a guestroom n yes I caught a case shame in a test tube swept by a deck broom beyond a slaughter face my water weight my honor state exonerate im on the 8 my god of hate my goner state do better nu letter I do relate flippin shows slangin dem tapes rippin flows tryin to make teachin kids, own my biz what it is restore ya faith my ideas have got me I want badly to be your copy but my intro was sloppy n now I see HOOK Now I’m living life without you And its so hard… VERSE 2 Woolsey Benvenue I been renewed mlk bend the rules I been to school degrees in twos I smoke I float mend canoes yes dudes get chest tubes a mess lose my nest soon got less room for the cess pool this music shit hell's restroom switchin codes raisin babes sippin cold love the fade videos pretty hoes really tho? really no aint makin dad money n its funny cuz I thought when I was bummy n caught that I was catchin up to his plot n now I see HOOK VERSE 3 mainline main time Addison Adeline Madison and hang right hanged by ive changed my lane and my aim high flippin roles inking grades hittin goals freeing slaves Sweet is good but Dad is great Bret is fucked Bret is late what date I dip dementia quick silver erik lenshar drinkin battles in a pincher ima lecher who lectures bout measurin treasures your company played u we get em together the weather the fountain together were clownin n now I see HOOK VERSE 4 Telegraph Temescal tell me how how u figure out it im good for now im good for crowds u was hood without im in denial lemme bow your style advice'd be nice how I live life? tell wrong from right? how I win this fight givin this stride ribbons of strife grippin close give n takes switchin modes givin thanks sorry son harm was done I was wrong I own mistakes but u own estates n zone the place u comb the rates n hone debates please help me n now I see HOOK VERSE 5 Alcatraz Ashby grown man latchkey alkaline acid alcoholic raspy stacatto gave up the bottle put down the nozzle got the call fuck it all had the balls like the lotto on auto wit bravo like a con man in cabo skippin tolls feel insane credit loads mbas hella days never wait see ur face in every state make it work make it rain on the road in the pain the shots the pills n now I see HOOK VERSE 6 San Pablo diablo diagonals diaspora diagnosis diaster ur a memory like Casper real to the touch feel is too much thrill n rush trill wit the mush mention the man enter the stuff hit on the chin its never enough sittin thrones rulin lands givin loans gettin grands makin speeches u in the stands u take over u in command HOOK

Bobby Grand Check I wanna be heard I wanna be different I want you to listen so I can go missing Just wanna go fishing Not talkin about bass talkin bout jewels ass and cash to drool over Type to turn fool over I just want to win and win and win and win and win times infinity Drop ten classics to make sure you mothafuckas remember me I just want Grammys and Grammys a Tony an Oscar a BET award YEP! and another damn Grammy I’m drop a movie where I just fall asleep and dream on that shit Write an audio book called listen up and scream on that shit Respect the art don’t judge me trust me You won’t like me when angry Make me write a verse to fuck up your day like that can of beans in ya pantry I need an audience to prove I ain’t fraudulent The last of mohicans with this lyrical shit I’m a guardian Second born still at attention Been this way since birth Green light my project Mr. Exec Let’s plague the earth KB It’s too many choices Yep Nope For an MC it’s tough to cope Could be a ray of hope but you spray is dope But you staying broke cuz your sales is a joke Steadily peddle kids mental sedatives Body’s ornery mind’s celibate Even better yet parents let em get hooked when they young and mind’s delicate Up in the spot popping bottles Do a few lines when I need the hit Lay wit models grab the throttle They all gonna love me when they hear me spit Its diabolical every follicle of every hair in ya head And every molecule of blood in ya veils that courses through Tryin to get away but its courses you Now they yellin it now they feelin it now they fiendin it Now they screamin it now Im selling it I’m supplyin it no denyin it I love the high But now I’m fiendin to hear them scream it Puttin out shit to chase the feeling Mass appealin labels creamin What about the art? You must be dreamin The only reason to get out of bed Can’t stand the silence in my head Gotta keep it chill and keep it fed Find new ways to say the same shit I said See? I gotta an itch I need to scratch See? I gotta beat I need to catch See? I gotta trend that I need to match I need to write write write write write HOOK my friend of violence i fear the silence the noise leaves me noid but i still have to try it hooked by denyin addicted to lyin cheatin two timin im fake cuz im rhymin Big Vic Vic went in the lab with a pad and a beat I been trying to find a way for silence to delete I don’t want my name to play a game of hide and seek When I’m dead and gone ya head and phones play minds that leak My goal is to make the Ninos of the world obsolete While this industry try to turn me into Pookie Competition really cannot compete Also while I get me some I feel like Mookie Paraphrasing while I’m narrating all these accolades I know it’s there waitin I keep getting high on my own supply It’s almost as if the silence was there to spook me Trophies come in the form of walla oochie I want more in some respect I cannot afford Prada Gucci I will not conform for a check Still my fingers searchin for my neck a mirror round my steps I’m walkin like a fiend This industry predicted this correct but I will never let it intercept the dream Sober thinking got me open thinking now I put my thoughts on a note sack Used to wanna turn up for the weekend Now I’m tweakin damn I wrote that? Metaphors similies auditoriums fill up like assemblies And my story ain’t even close to being Sweet Fuck all that silence you seek Now quote that Walt Liquor My ngas fraid of what they made up Different cloth a whole different shade of Fine fabric my mind defines magic Odds have it times tragic Blonde savages color blind can’t see us But crawl all in ya body like trying to be us Even in the news Facebook live still won’t believe us Until the Lord opens up the heavens to receive us Bare witness mo gift than gab mo riff than rab go Mr. Fab Hot getting cold get hot living on the Mission Ave in a kitchen lab Hook it up don’t know look it up told me don’t rock the boat so I shook it up Won’t float so in boat show ere body broke tryin to hook it up Since we the one’s we been waitin for Might as well as give me that paper doe 427 yo favorite show captain of the team on save a hoe Pass on the lean and blaze the dro Fashion a meme that save the show That basic flow we ain’t racin tho I’m right here in yo face and you silent! HOOK Gutta Couple tickets for the flight No bags for the plane Only bags and a jay Ya’ll not in my lane I’m politickin in the sky Barack Ogutta still in office, my 16 Steve Austin Got 16 in my pocket I make the Jolly Rancher drown, ice cubes spin around I keep the cup doubled down I keep a pair of shades around I wake up stretch crack and sell I ain’t stretched bout the package deal I ain’t stretched that you lying still In another words I’m need a mill In another words I push dafodills In another words I can use my words I body bag ya whole career Get that other shit up outta here I gas the thot Bitch I’m outta here A visit like from another light year All that shit he got on all this slangin It don’t come out for another year I make a check make it disappear Half a P make it disappear Behind the bars like a prison year I be wild like engineer Look at this lil nga here I just made it to the coast F H be the boat Guttaman he be the goat Mr. Sweet we dont hunt power we bump powder gel caps gun claps synthetic flowers front for hours counter contracts consortin wit cowards winkin whisperin weirdos sippin whisky sours sufferin sucka tash baby moms n broken glass frontin like its fresh stead it smell like open ass taken to task like i took from the flask the flare n the flash stare in ash oh my god were we gassed when we took off the mask minions en masse opinions that blast i pity the past that committee'd my caste committed my caste but never my craft no really its so shitty this industry's crack its equal opportunity but its unusually bad for blacks my community is fueling me wit duties of the math society but its the addict who matters to teach sobriety HOOK

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HOOK pulse leavin fam grievin no time now not believing dawn evenin cant figure out im the medicine man im the medicine man I got dead fam I got sick friends VERSE 1 when your mom scream for help it pull apart your core kidneys light up cant taste no more if dad go missing feel time in your pores sublime with remorse you grind with a force leapin up stairs walkin through doors slave to the love dedicated not sure talkin in fours half asleep like dem tours emblazin amazin gainin no rewards car is a coffin maybe a spaceship leave the job wit out warnin nobody say shit trapped behind the wheel heat and gridlock too loyal transform bumblebee grimlock flippin over cars rippin up tar hate waitin should leave 880 wit a scar but we stuck where we are like a bug in a jar off bend at your end when it starts HOOK VERSE 2 dad dad mom mom guilt got me uncalm fumbled wit the ball n it landed like a bomb wait how the fuck this happen when I pay for your trackin not sneakin n the snackin nurses got me vapid one in a million medicare blue cross fuck a kaiser building dodgin death gloves comin off aint comin home all that im fearin dots in the ceiling I been shot wit a feelin now he wont swallow body will follow no tubes in the throat we swore up in tahoe into his eyes givin me his life with one final sigh everything he tries draw up truth leave out lies spirit is alive science bill nye cant die cant cry reject the end best of friends I accepted him BRIDGE appointments n promises nurses and hospices deep in regret n gets no stoppages blood clots and seizures bed sores and leisons she aint breathin n he aint eatin HOOK

HOOK so i say goodbye my highness flee the world but leave your kindness gave me sight thru your blindness n ill finish all assignments n we keep your oath inside us one name not divided no matter how they fight it our future is what we writin VERSE but we got five beat the odds for the cause by the way that you died so now that ive cried i certainly apply i see thru your eyes now i master time the youngest of nine the runt of the litter the sage half blind the opposite of quitter most quoted devoted way before twitter misbehaved from slaves far from a nigger you taught me reason n facts a season for acts even teasin your schemin got me on the map our dreamin in pacts freedom relaxed now youre beamin the meanin of contracts i wanna thank you rank you picture n paint you roll not fold cock back spank fools make moves not blank clues seek sustain rules i love you dearly dad ima stay cool HOOK VERSE Respect my attitude the1 jr cliff beef with the bullies bound to start shit know the truth is the light i aint caught in the myth got weight on my shoulders but my mind bust chip when i spit i bind scores climb chords tugged by blind morse huggin mines corpse knocked from a high horse i apply force travellin my course askin what was time for (nah what the fuck im cryin for) ere speed i need to feed to the poor my dad is my flag im like a mag to a door i open up locks set up shop with plots fulla lore our thots like oo-ops we spray when we bored dad writes raps i adapt n record clifford sweet so street master of noise his seed my deeds your action voice beat disease this ya actual choice

HOOK The things that I dream will always remind me Of times when your life was glowing and shining The jewels that you left still sparkles so brightly The wounds go away The new day defines me Critical Akklaym Who’s to blame for names fallen Pain’s calling flooded like the rains in Nawlins Hurricanes and mornings Tidal waves enormous Brighter days are dormant Silent planes we torment Final phase death don’t exist Like prayers for a wish I declare I insist That my parents make appearances When I call my inner lyricist The spirit just… Carries through my areas Interior Exteriors Notty present never scary I- Am what I am that I am That I decree Master degree with a seed from a sacred tree I found the truth between love and peace But be sure that that you return what take from me Or my culture or my ancestry So let us hug my future children Blessed it be HOOK Mr. Dominant There’s a new saint in heaven sprinkling cinnamon on my pain I remember the thangs I gained From the way you raised me up With the unconditional love Thinking bout the stuff we used to do before your brain was abused But your heart never refused the energy Regardless of the brain chemistry Your remained a gift to me a monumental entity’ Some days you would forget But most days you would remember me And what a thrill it would be To talk to my Grandma Help you with your bathrobe and put on your sandals Set you in your chair You would stare out the window Tell anecdote that show you would remembered And though I’m on my grind Gone till November The sixteen of August You glow like an ember The day you were born I take solace forever Think of you and cry Your life was a treasure HOOK Mr. Sweet neurotic gecko mental couldnt let go justified insecurities within its sinful repent tho set goals eventful pavillion building under fathers tent pole a farm at twilight trees n skylights degrees n eye sight we laughed the whole night your clasp was so tight a dance n no fights your chance to go right I advance n hold hype my selfish thoughts wants to keep ya longer my hope helps me cope even stronger mind to mind my soul starts to wander life n death my heart starts to ponder your body cant punish you i smile this song is my love for you i style this album is your legacy our trial thank you for walking it our mile HOOK

Mr. Sweet Today, I intend to talk to you about the spiritual values of the Westers and the Sweets. When I speak, I speak for the Westers. When I speak, I speak for Sweets. As I considered this moment, I've come to realize that this is probably the letter, which you'd ask for instead of a eulogy. And I'd find myself left with a huge list of bullet points, and other than some bullet points I can't really articulate, what I just went through for thirty-three years. Other than to tell you that Clifford Sweet you are an experience. So, I am going to add some more bullet points to our list and they're just going to be about Clifford. If nothing else you are a talent magnet. You not only knew how to harness your own potential that you saw in people around you whether using accurate drives that white car or sitting on your own front porch reading the newspaper people knew where to find you right when it counted. You brought greatness, masters of their craft, you trusted them enough to help raise and benefactor your children. Now these same candidates you saw potential in, seek out talent of their own to develop. Every time you would do that, we find ourselves that much closer. When I think of you, I think of the word father who raised your own children, which you enjoy doing to. I’m told over and over again; take a pause before you say your words choose them correctly. As if you couldn’t believe you got so lucky. Well I have to tell you, Julian and Bret feel very much the same way about you don't mind this addition, as I look around, feeling very stunned how many men and women called you dad. I love Clifford Sweet far more than I love my own grief. To articulate what I love about you is to identify the energy, a principle, an aspect of humanity that we all know as Clifford Sweet. Between myself and this room assembled to honor you, how can I really say you're gone? Tomorrow is a new day and what will not be new is the aspects of all of us that look to find a winning combination of collaboration, and leadership and tactical thinking that are all towards one common good. What will remain is a host of three generations that realizes to practically take care of myself; we have to take care of our neighbors. Money in of itself cannot create the neighborhoods nor for our children. What will remain is a belief that we have time to be selflessly and ask ourselves when is my time to be that grown figure that shows up even when no one else will? The attendance and assistance at this event are a fit example of that. What will remain is a collection of one who is hilarious and taught stories about the man we all adore. I refuse to say goodbye not when I know you helped so many of us emulating these aspects that we love about you so dearly. There's no way I can stand here and consider you gone when your best work still lives in all of us. My passion draws up all your wisdom and understands that collectively, we are Clifford. Forever Clifford. You are the best I could expect to hope for in mankind. A potent, ethical man, who is the foundation of everything I am. The greatest teacher mentor and best friend I could ever asked for. I want to honor you for this gift you bestowed on me this last six years and I look forward to seeing you again because this is certainly not going to be the last time. Thank you very much to everyone for coming here today. My name is Bret Alexander Sweet and Clifford Charles Sweet is my father. Corwin: I may never know but I’d like to think that I finally saw what you are and I met someone that I like, someone I could trust and that was with you. I wish that I might have known you even better but I thank you for this much.