[Katie Tropp: Verse 1] I’ma start this off like a real cool killa, I rap like I’m chocolate but I’m really vanilla, I’m talkin’ skin color not tryin’ to conceal the, Places where I come from I always keep it realer, One to the two to the two to the three, Who the fuck wanna step to K-A-T-I-E, Nobody in their right fuckin’ mind, So if you’s a weak bitch you better step to the side, I pop off at the mouth ain’t tryin’ to be sweet, If you put me in your mouth I won’t rot out your teeth, Then I go skeet skeet, hop into my car seat, Zoom off into the night actin’ like we didn’t meet, That’s the way I do I ain’t tryin’ to pretend, Like I got a soulmate who’s down with me to the end, I ain’t ever felt love you ain’t gotta understand, I’m meant to be alone I’m too fucked in the head! [Govinachi: Verse 2] Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Gov, G to the O V, I used to move green leaf by the O Z/ Me and Mr. Maya keep it playa like Fa shoski, They know we bout our paper, PIE we brangin’ more Heat// Blaqman baby, get you higher than a dro sweet, I stay fly but you know I’m landin’ on both feet/ Me and Katie Tropp got this Austin thang on LOC, No K so the Q is workin’ appropriately// Wakin’ up to W’s if it’s the Lords will, that’s what Mama always say so I carry the Lord still/ Filet’n up you rappers Iron Chef of the North Still, S Kills too real tryna cop me a quarter mill// Sheah, you gone know Nachi before its said and done, Throw ya shades on I shine like the settin’ sun/ Watch me get my Blade on, all Blaq and flexin some, Its Govinachi tall, Blaq and wreckin’ some// [Mr. Maya: Verse 3] [No lyrics for Mr. Maya] [Father Flood: Verse 4] [No lyrics for Father Flood]

[Govinachi: Verse 1] Feel like these rappers wanna stick me like Ceasar, Not Biggies homie but the emperor with seizures/ I am not him but no time to get facetious, My time is money and I’m tryna get it in Visa’s// Et Tu Brute, Rap ya turning ya back on me, Damn shame even Diddy can call himself Big Homie/ What happened to this rap game thought it was climbing slowly, Well, something’s movin’ slowly, and it’s fueled by a bunch of cronies// Movin’ bundles out on the low, we be grindin’ out 24, G O V he be on the go, tryna make sure that Texas know/ Blaqman we the record label that’s out here doing the most, From Texas to Arizona, New York to the Cali Coast// Uhhh, I don’t sleep much but I’m always up for a toast, I’m here to elevate the game they like Nach we need you to host/ Well, the keys to the city still somewhere off in my coat, Oh I got em, time to take it back over, we at ya throats// aaah! [Govinachi: Hook] We Dish that Austin Underground consider this The Clinical, You can Ride with it, get rolled over, is you with it dude/ This that new Texas flow, It dont have to get critical, Welcome to The Clinical, homie this is The Clinical// We Dish that Austin Underground consider this The Clinical, You can Ride with it, get rolled over, is you with it dude/ This that new Texas flow, It dont have to get critical, Welcome to The Clinical, homie this is The Clinical// [Katie Tropp: Verse 2] I think it’s time for me to take you to school, Teach the A,B,C’s of hip hop to untalented fools, Before autotune you needed to move, The crowd with your voice like a sonic boom, You shut it down it was time to preach, You had something to say like a President’s speech, You got everyone listening you even start to think, Maybe I should pay attention to some of these things? You’re lookin’ at me like what the fuck does she know? I know how to rock the mic hip hop burns through my soul, Not sure what you’ve been told just know that I’m psycho, I like to body the beat and make it my own, Keep all of that jewelry cuz that’s all you really got, You too concerned with that instead of making your mark, Then when you fade away and everything is gone, You just sittin’ stupid wondering what went wrong? [Govinachi: Hook] We Dish that Austin Underground consider this The Clinical, You can Ride with it, get rolled over, is you with it dude/ This that new Texas flow, It dont have to get critical, Welcome to The Clinical, homie this is The Clinical// We Dish that Austin Underground consider this The Clinical, You can Ride with it, get rolled over, is you with it dude/ This that new Texas flow, It dont have to get critical, Welcome to The Clinical, homie this is The Clinical//

[Katie Tropp: Verse 1] Stop what you’re doin’ and listen to the Tropp, Dropping knowledge on you bitches whether you like it or not, I am cookin’ in the kitchen but I’m not workin’ with pots, I am stirring up some rhymes created by evil thoughts, This is not an act I really am this whack, Don’t fuck with BlaQman I am the leader of the pack, Yeah I know you laugh but you just fell into my trap, Underestimate my tiny ass you prolly shouldn’t do that, I keep it calm cool like the breeze, But just know I can turn it up over a hundred degrees, But at the same time also make it freeze, I spit so cold I murdered you lyrically, I got your brain all outta order now you’re thrown off, I got you so depressed you gotta take some Zoloft, Now you cannot think you’ve turned into a robot, Now you are my pawn and you go where I move ya! [Katie Tropp: Hook] You know we got it goin’ in Austin, Hook em Horns up in all burnt orange, So hit the floor when we start flowin’, BlaQman Records we got it goin’! You know we got it goin’ in Austin, Hook em Horns up in all burnt orange, So hit the floor when we start flowin’, BlaQman Records we got it goin’! [Lil T: Verse 2] [No lyrics for Lil T] [Katie Tropp: Hook] You know we got it goin’ in Austin, Hook em Horns up in all burnt orange, So hit the floor when we start flowin’, BlaQman Records we got it goin’! You know we got it goin’ in Austin, Hook em Horns up in all burnt orange, So hit the floor when we start flowin’, BlaQman Records we got it goin’! [Govinachi: Verse 3] Its Nachi Mr. HNIC cocky, You know I keep it clean like grilled salmon and Broccoli/ This Magnum PIE just way too deep for you Mami, Subconsciously I’m a Monster Lecxs feedin’ me bodies// I’m at The W rollin’ up sweets in the lobby, Sippin’ a Crown and Cranberry or maybe a Saki/ Got red eyes, I’m so fly, no lie G, Swung through Icenhauer's for an ice cold I.P.Ayyyye// My metaphors can open metal doors, Metal Gear Solid flow, killin’ all the noise/ They say my leadership qualities bring about a lot of poise, I hustle, energetic effort, yeah I got a lot in store// Speakin’ of stores, we occupying ya shelf space, Nachi cookin up lyrics and it’s at Top Chef pace/ Ayyye, we got it goin’ in Austin, Put ya hands up, chest high now applaud them// [Katie Tropp: Hook] You know we got it goin’ in Austin, Hook em Horns up in all burnt orange, So hit the floor when we start flowin’, BlaQman Records we got it goin’! You know we got it goin’ in Austin, Hook em Horns up in all burnt orange, So hit the floor when we start flowin’, BlaQman Records we got it goin’!

[Katie Tropp: Verse 1] Dead. On. Wax. I’m five foot two and a hundred pounds, Don’t look like a threat til I open my mouth, I’m a lyrical killa taking over the South, I ain’t got no heart it’s never been found, Charles Manson ain’t got shit on me, I do it myself don’t need lemmings, No acid trip, just a stoner bitch, I hate all of you is what my motive is, My fantasies ain’t typical, What turns me on is slittin’ a throat, Sacrifice you like a goat, Pray to God I don’t come back for more, Problem is I smell fear, So where ever you go I’ll be near, I’m like a cock roach I’m here for years, I’m gonna haunt you in your nightmares, That’s sixteen but I’ma keep it goin’, This beat is dope it keeps lyrics flowin’, To fill your ears got your head exploding, Timothy McVeigh Oklahoman, I hear you scream, I get a gleam, Of happiness inside of me, Don’t you blink, I got you beat, I throw everything and the kitchen sink, My advice don’t set me off, Violence is what gets me off, You won’t ever catch me goin’ soft, All emotions are long gone, The human race is my amusement, Because you’re all so fuckin’ stupid, Challenge me I ain’t losin’, Cross my path just keep it movin’! [Govinachi: Hook] Leave y’all dead on that wax Leave y’all dead on that wax, All I hear is that yap,—you ain’t talking bout jack/ Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and that’s that, WE Leave y’all dead on that wax…WE Leave y’all dead on that wax// Leave y’all dead on that wax Leave y’all dead on that wax, All I hear is that yap,—you ain’t talking bout jack/ Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and that’s that, WE Leave y’all dead on that wax…WE Leave y’all dead on that wax// [Govinachi: Verse 2] I’m about a whole foot taller than Katie, stay in the gym, don’t need no 380..Nach, that’s Govinachi to you though, I leave boys sick they need Menudo/ Sippin’ green tea eaten kudos’, I’m on good green stay too gone, like Tiger Woods come thru strong and like D-Mas I’m too flown// Dead on Wax lyrical assassin y’all doubting us, but we out mashin’, you about that life I’m about action, this a piece of PIE, now you got fractions/ Now that you got it, this is abstraction…when are you gone learn we are all Blaqmen, I could make it rain but I’d rather cash in, just double L’n straight looking and laughing// P.I.E. that’s my claim to fame, Govinachi but you know my name, sipping Eastciders on the Westside, I’m out the Nawfside, but this a South thang/ Impact rapper so the scouts hang, I leave rappers hanging by they house chains, Ol house Niggas..’scuse my slang, All you rap about is getting high and change// That’s paper homie, known to have a lil bit of paper on me you a caking crony, straight killin’ you cloned sheep..I shepherd only, follow me @Nachimus..you can’t clone me/ Ayyee..I’m a bring it back to where the game suppose to be, even if that means puttin’ you on posters “G”, posterize ya like Lebron or Kobe B., RIP to all you whose souls is cheap// [Govinachi: Hook] Leave y’all dead on that wax Leave y’all dead on that wax, All I hear is that yap,—you ain’t talking bout jack/ Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and that’s that, WE Leave y’all dead on that wax…WE Leave y’all dead on that wax// Leave y’all dead on that wax Leave y’all dead on that wax, All I hear is that yap,—you ain’t talking bout jack/ Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and that’s that, WE Leave y’all dead on that wax…WE Leave y’all dead on that wax//

[Katie Tropp: Verse 1] I’m so hood even though I’m from the burbs, You know I’m such a gangsta you can feel it in my words, I am driven by my thoughts that are completely absurd, I am one disturbed cute little hundred pound girl, No don’t give me hugs I fuckin’ hate that shit, I’d rather have drugs cuz at least there is a benefit, My mind is driftin’ I just smoked my medicine, Inhale the smoke euphoria is settin’ in, Don’t you dare try to kill my buzz, I’ma be pissed if I just wasted a blunt, I know I got more but so fuckin’ what? I’ma weed head and it’s pumpin’ through my blood, You lucky I smoke because it calms me down, I got a couple screws loose so watch your mouth, I don’t care if there’s a crowd I’ll take you out, Then me and Britney Spears are gonna scream and shout! [Katie Tropp: Hook] Ain’t no bitches aloud in here, If you one of them you better steer clear, We don’t like your kind we can smell the fear, Ain’t no bitches aloud in here! Ain’t no bitches aloud in here, If you one of them you better steer clear, We don’t like your kind we can smell the fear, Ain’t no bitches aloud in here! [Father Flood: Verse 2] [No lyrics for Father Flood] [Katie Tropp: Hook] Ain’t no bitches aloud in here, If you one of them you better steer clear, We don’t like your kind we can smell the fear, Ain’t no bitches aloud in here! Ain’t no bitches aloud in here, If you one of them you better steer clear, We don’t like your kind we can smell the fear, Ain’t no bitches aloud in here! [Blurry Logic: Verse 3] [No lyrics for Blurry Logic] [Katie Tropp: Hook] Ain’t no bitches aloud in here, If you one of them you better steer clear, We don’t like your kind we can smell the fear, Ain’t no bitches aloud in here! Ain’t no bitches aloud in here, If you one of them you better steer clear, We don’t like your kind we can smell the fear, Ain’t no bitches aloud in here!

[Father Flood: Verse 1] [No lyrics for Father Flood] [Katie Tropp: Hook] I’m always on it I stay on point, So try to catch up before you get left behind, On my grind I seek and destroy, I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it I stay on point, So try to catch up before you get left behind, On my grind I seek and destroy, I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it (Schyeah!) [Katie Tropp: Verse 2] I’m just walking through life without a care in the world, You cannot bring me down so just sit and twirl, I’m a girl who will make you wanna hurl, Because the thoughts that I have are kinda disturbed, I’m talkin’ evil, Krazy you can’t fathom, What would happen if you cross my path and, Piss me off because I’ve got this habit, Of turning my anger right into a hazard, So just backup right now before I kill you, Peel your skin off and fry it make a meal for you, Only thing that I left on is your skin flute, I save the best for last when I torture you, It’s like a game when I’m fuckin’ with your life, But this is what you get if you poke me in the eye, You woke a sleeping giant and I’m only satisfied, With the taste of blood from man kind! [Katie Tropp: Hook] I’m always on it I stay on point, So try to catch up before you get left behind, On my grind I seek and destroy, I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it I stay on point, So try to catch up before you get left behind, On my grind I seek and destroy, I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it (Schyeah!) [Lecxs: Verse 3] Katie needed me to breathe on it, exit the flames I’m at the apex, shitting from the top of the game From the house with studio, still living insane Still got the 45 that’ll still putting dents in ya brain I love music,... cars, cash, and ass Life is too short, to leave it in the past Treat the world like water ready to make a splash Got one foot on the gas and another for that ass Straight out the holster, burn rubber like a roaster Smash little kittens, turn rocks into boulders It’s Big Lecxs, must’ve forgot what I told ya If ya effing wit the team, ya life will be over Stick out ya chest, Kimber will make ya wetter Been known to make, swiss cheese sweaters And since I’m always on it, no one’s better And I’m the only cat with no known predator [Katie Tropp: Hook] I’m always on it I stay on point, So try to catch up before you get left behind, On my grind I seek and destroy, I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it I stay on point, So try to catch up before you get left behind, On my grind I seek and destroy, I’m always on it (Schyeah!) I’m always on it (Schyeah!)

[Lecxs: Verse 1] Make you beatis like the buss then bus that ass Mislead you like crash then crash that ass Pull ya dome back, hemi out the block Maybach ya style, fill ya wit hydashock Butterfly ya undercarriage, sunroof ya profile Lean ya hairline back, denture up ya new smile I'm on a campaign, to put you in the past Bulletproof the motorcraft, bubble the E class Got cats exposed, so they can feel the sickness Then outshine'em like the Hyundai Genesis Trick you into saving then spend ya savings Con you into praying then enjoy ya praises How you like me know, I'm milkin’ yo cow Industry clowned us, now ya upside down We the ones bringin’ it rain, sleet, an snow Make me go postal so ya reap what you sew [Katie Tropp: Hook] Don’t you ever lose yourself, You gotta always stay true, Because no matter what you do…do you! Don’t you ever lose yourself, You gotta always stay true, Because no matter what you do…do you! [Katie Tropp: Verse 2] Got the whole World in love with Katie Tropp, Little do they know that my mind is lost, You think you want me but trust me you do not, I ain’t like them other broads who do whatever you want, I speak honestly because I know who I am, This isn’t just talk because I got big plans, Always in work mode my career comes first, That isn’t just a saying I am committed to my work, I have little time and not much patience, To be dealin’ with bullshit so stay out of my way if, You cannot handle me I’m just sayin’, I put it all out there so my time ain’t wasted, Another person cannot compare to my music, It gives me a great feeling people are just a nuisance, When you open your mouth I swear I’m gonna lose it, I’m better off alone with my focus on my music! [Katie Tropp: Hook] Don’t you ever lose yourself, You gotta always stay true, Because no matter what you do…do you! Don’t you ever lose yourself, You gotta always stay true, Because no matter what you do…do you! [Mac Nitti: Verse 3] [No lyrics for Mac Nitti] [Katie Tropp: Hook] Don’t you ever lose yourself, You gotta always stay true, Because no matter what you do…do you! Don’t you ever lose yourself, You gotta always stay true, Because no matter what you do…do you!

[Katie Tropp: Verse 1] I step up on the stage it’s time to give em hell, Ride along the beat with a story to tell, I try to keep it smooth even if it’s in braille, My voice is so loud it will break the frail, Throw me to the wolves I’ll fight til the death, And ten bucks says I’ll be standing with their heads, I’m a safe bet got it down like a vet, You will never score against my defense, I’m a brick wall that will never crack, The foundation is built on a solid slab, No half ass lazy slacks, Were involved in building the woman that I am, I ain’t no coward I won’t wilt like a flower, If I gotta work hard to maintain this power, I devour the weak until my final hour, But there’s so much to eat I’m gonna live forever! [Govinachi: Verse 2] My mind set on getting it, nothin’ lesser, strong and loud mix it take away all my stressors/ You talking weight, I’m into getting them reps up, still powerlifting no need to come and inject us// Feeling like the king of the jungle my roar is reckless, you ain’t gotta king me with nothing I’m born in Texas/ Super dope playa ain’t even ridin’ a Lexus, And like my homie Maya say, naaaw, I’m copastetic// It’s Govinachi baby, me and Katie done Wrecked this, and I ain’t even finished yet, still Dubs fa Breakfast/ I just sit off in the pocket, I’ll lead you where you can catch this, tryna elevate the game to a level, and y’all Leftwich// Just slow, (just slow), I just do it like the first three letters in my name and G-O/ This that Austin Underground, take notice how we flow (we flow), we cold like 23 below…sheah//

[Lecxs: Verse 1] Lack Of Respect – it’s all it is Everything I've built has caused me to shift So how do I repair, my relationship Gotta milk this cow, then dump it off a cliff Beat my chest like king Kong, who ya fucking wit Get with the quickness infectious like a sickness Shut ya down like EPMD, going outta bizness You know my style so everyone's a victim And when I take aim, ya know I won't miss'em I remove fillings, with no anesthesia You ain't playing, good cause I ain't either I flow like liquid, and burn ya like ether So keep talking shit, I'll come through ya speaker Ya brave in a group, bitch up when you alone Fuck wit the silver surfer all covered in chrome I see ya running so rounds follow you home I never miss a target, so rounds enter ya dome [Katie Tropp: Hook] If you want that respect you gotta earn it, Nothing is given if it hurts that means it’s worth it, Nobody’s perfect but you still have to learn that, Always work hard because success is certain. If you want that respect you gotta earn it, Nothing is given if it hurts that means it’s worth it, Nobody’s perfect but you still have to learn that, Always work hard because success is certain. [Katie Tropp: Verse 2] Yes I know I’m kinda lame and boring, You ain’t gonna see me with a bunch of baby daddies on Maury, I’m kinda ornery and stuck in my ways, I know you’re gonna harm me so at a distance I stay, Far away so you cannot find out who I am, Very few know me you know I wanna keep it like that, Because all of you around me are just setting up traps, For me to get stuck in and left to rot like a rat, Real people are few and far between, And it doesn’t seem like they’re gathering around me, From what I see you’re all too phony, For me to even be around so I’m not bothering, I can tell with just a few questions, What kind of person you are if you have good intentions, My senses are my defenses, I know right from the start it’s a battle in these trenches. [Katie Tropp: Hook] If you want that respect you gotta earn it, Nothing is given if it hurts that means it’s worth it, Nobody’s perfect but you still have to learn that, Always work hard because success is certain. If you want that respect you gotta earn it, Nothing is given if it hurts that means it’s worth it, Nobody’s perfect but you still have to learn that, Always work hard because success is certain. [Blurry Logic: Verse 3] [No lyrics for Blurry Logic] [Katie Tropp: Hook] If you want that respect you gotta earn it, Nothing is given if it hurts that means it’s worth it, Nobody’s perfect but you still have to learn that, Always work hard because success is certain. If you want that respect you gotta earn it, Nothing is given if it hurts that means it’s worth it, Nobody’s perfect but you still have to learn that, Always work hard because success is certain.

[Katie Tropp: Verse 1] I pull up in my Stang let me take you for a ride, Once I pull away you know we bout to fly, Puffin’ on a blunt because I always stay high, Keep my hat on low so it’s tough to see my eyes, Driving real fast with the moon in the distance, Got the music on loud just so you can feel it, Yo I’m the realest, I’m all about my business, So if you want in this you gotta do it different, Insecurities I ain’t got time, For a jealous bitch to derail my life, That goes for all of you the girls and the guys, I lay it all out there so you won’t be surprised, With me – what you see is what you get, If I’m ridin’ alone I will give no shits, Independence is my irreverence, On societies views of holding down women! [Katie Tropp: Hook] It’s BlaQman baby! So take a ride wit me! It’s Gov and Katie So take a ride wit me! It’s Playa Krazy! So take a ride wit me! Feel what I’m saying? So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! [Govinachi: Verse 2] Blaq Chevy Rider, I see you peeping thru my tent like Hollywood Insider, I slips by bruh/ Can’t nobody do it liver, than Nachimus, Stay up on a Quest Midnight Marauder, I keeps it fly huh// So to all you non competitors I’m here to get the chedda up, still champin’ things, showing rings, put ya medals up/ Blaqman Records just plane fly, no regulars, Me and Eugene Maya WE stay high and just level up// Austin Underground flow..how you Quarterbacking when you keep it on the ground, my snap count is down..GO/ The coolest of the cool and when under pressure I clown most, glass of Chandon w/ my O.J. you are now toast// Coast, is what I do in ya city or when I touchdown, jump off in the ‘Stang w/ Katie we bout to touch clouds/ 9 to be exact, if you hatin’ you will get touched now, Ride wit a Playa Haters get cut down// Sheah! [Katie Tropp: Hook] It’s BlaQman baby! So take a ride wit me! It’s Gov and Katie So take a ride wit me! It’s Playa Krazy! So take a ride wit me! Feel what I’m saying? So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me! So take a ride wit me!

[Govinachi: Verse 1] So B L A to the Q Man, y’all clone like and un-human, I spit that raw no drooling’, blow big stoge’s no Cubans/ G O to the V I move plans, exercise or maneuvering, I’m cool with Ace Tre and Hoover man, In all blue like the Cooper Band// I’m like, aww dude why you movin’ plans, I’m a businessman tryna move a grand, Me and Katie on stage straight movin’ hands, head bop or you can dance/— San Fernando Valley in my swisher sweet, — and that’s that medical boy you can get that off the street// I touchdown in a new state, new state of mind, I think you late, Gave her a piece of my mind she like, Govinachi..you great/ I just do what I came to do, no B S’ing, I shoot straight,— End up missing like moved weight, I’m tryna eat like 2 plates// Rap sheet as big as my ego—Blaqman Records fly as Eagle, Gut check time whenever WE flow flow, I am the stunt man Kanivel/ Just chill in on it how we do, I’m giving you Nachi the sequel, no time to be sloppy I beast fools, W’s Fa Breakfast I eat smooth// [Govinachi: Hook] We stretch it, like E lastic, You boys fake so plastic, Eat a rapper face Lake Placid, takin off like a rocket we blasting/ You can call it New Venom—yeah, hot spit, we just spit hot, call it New Venom—yeah, On Belay we climb to the tip top// We stretch it, like E lastic, You boys fake so plastic, Eat a rapper face Lake Placid, takin off like a rocket we blasting/ You can call it New Venom—yeah, hot spit, we just spit hot, call it New Venom—yeah, On Belay we climb to the tip top// [Katie Tropp: Verse 2] I’m the smallest bitch in the club, And you know I’m surrounded by thugs, BlaQman gear on you know that’s what’s up, Represent my team show some love, We don’t share blood but we family, If you fuck with one then you’ll see, Lecxs and Katie gun crazy, Terminate on site is how we be, Govinachi, Mr. Maya they are not scared, Incorporated Entertainment like they are Playas, Hit you so hard call us Jack Tatum, We will end your career that’s what I’m sayin’, This shit right here is real you see, Open your eyes this ain’t a dream, Hit up Gov he makes the beat bleed, We gonna turn this place into a murder scene, Lyrical slaughter, blood and guts, Gimme a mic and I go nuts, Blackout rage let’s tear shit up, All out violence is about to erupt, I am your leader bow down bitch, Disobey me I’ll flip that switch, I’m warning you now don’t get me pissed, Cuz when I’m angry no return from the abyss, I will rip your limbs off and laugh while I do it, These are not jokes that I throw into my music, I’m really this fucked and I’m about to lose it, I know I look cute but I am abusive, I’m retard strong don’t under estimate, I don’t need weapons I’m quick on my feet, Use my brain that’s sick insane, Cuz chances are you ain’t as Krazy as me! [Govinachi: Hook] We stretch it, like E lastic, You boys fake so plastic, Eat a rapper face Lake Placid, takin off like a rocket we blasting/ You can call it New Venom—yeah, hot spit, we just spit hot, call it New Venom—yeah, On Belay we climb to the tip top// We stretch it, like E lastic, You boys fake so plastic, Eat a rapper face Lake Placid, takin off like a rocket we blasting/ You can call it New Venom—yeah, hot spit, we just spit hot, call it New Venom—yeah, On Belay we climb to the tip top//

[Katie Tropp: Hook] Yeah you know we the best so what you gonna do? It’s always BlaQman baby in front of you, If you ain’t down with us well fuck-uh you, No time for bull shit that’s our attitude! Yeah you know we the best so what you gonna do? It’s always BlaQman baby in front of you, If you ain’t down with us well fuck-uh you, No time for bull shit that’s our attitude! [Katie Tropp: Verse 2] When you hear my voice everyone will stop, Look, listen, not aware of what’s going on, Katie Tropp’s the name, I’m a skinny blonde, Puffin’ on some chron, annihilate this song, I’m a strong bitch who knows what I want, Scream it loud and proud because I don’t give a fuck, If you want normal I am not the one, I am not sure what planet that I come from, The fact is I’m the realest though, Always got your back if you earn it so, Don’t double cross or I’ll slit your throat, Cold blooded mutha fucka that’s how I roll, If you ride with me you get one chance, Truthfully you should feel lucky if you getting that, Once you break my trust we can never go back, I just keep it moving while you rot in my past! [Katie Tropp: Hook] Yeah you know we the best so what you gonna do? It’s always BlaQman baby in front of you, If you ain’t down with us well fuck-uh you, No time for bull shit that’s our attitude! Yeah you know we the best so what you gonna do? It’s always BlaQman baby in front of you, If you ain’t down with us well fuck-uh you, No time for bull shit that’s our attitude! [Lecxs: Verse 2] It’s Big Lecxs you know I smash clowns daily Knock ya to ya knees, hope heaven saves me Grind on overtime, my relentless drive is crazy Tryin’ to get turnt up, have ya pushing daisies When I show ya love, don’t test the trust Try to bend me over, ya will get touched I spit lava, my stance won’t be budged Oppose this team and ya will get crushed I’m full throttle, more power than any amp No matter the opponent, I’ll be crowned the champ Keep issues to myself, keep snitches out my camp Keep my name out ya mouth, get ya eye tramp stamped I got the streets in me, but I’m not in the streets Run up against the team, end up eating cleats You can tell by my features, all I do is feast The bodies increase, when you mess with a beast [Katie Tropp: Hook] Yeah you know we the best so what you gonna do? It’s always BlaQman baby in front of you, If you ain’t down with us well fuck-uh you, No time for bull shit that’s our attitude! Yeah you know we the best so what you gonna do? It’s always BlaQman baby in front of you, If you ain’t down with us well fuck-uh you, No time for bull shit that’s our attitude! [Govinachi: Verse 3] They sayin’ Nach you hearsin’ the tracks, merkin’ these cats, I be on my Hercules act/ Straight strong arming everything in Hercules BlaQ, You can’t keep up with the flippage, like my turf is these mats// Gymnast, I should probably Govern Rap olympics, Professor on the Mic call me “Mr. Can You Dig It” Sheah/ I been on it since before you boys was jiggin’, No regular, I got that DRO flow for you who get it// At my round table I keep nothing but realest, And, all my dudes fly so we glidin’ to the finish/ Real talk, I got a new supply of something wicked, When I BEAT EM UP GOV, you know I am on a mission// Stay twisted like my hair do, I dare you, To come and test the West Texas Air crew..scared fools/ Hidden treasure like some rare jewels, But you can have this for, I spittin’ that Ric Flare cool..woooo// [Katie Tropp: Hook] Yeah you know we the best so what you gonna do? It’s always BlaQman baby in front of you, If you ain’t down with us well fuck-uh you, No time for bull shit that’s our attitude! Yeah you know we the best so what you gonna do? It’s always BlaQman baby in front of you, If you ain’t down with us well fuck-uh you, No time for bull shit that’s our attitude!

[Katie Tropp: Intro] That’s right ya’ll, We at it again, Now set it off! [Katie Tropp: Verse 1] I am on a mission I ain’t preachin’ no religion, You will never catch me slippin’ like a shady politician, This beat I am rippin’ and a mic is what I’m grippin’, The only thing I listen to is Katy Perry’s “Prism”, That’s right I’m fuckin’ hooked yo what can I say? I turn on one song it’s stuck in my head for days, It’s even starting to infiltrate into my dreams, Soon all I’m gonna speak is Katy Perry-nese, I’m blunt as a cunt, I don’t pull no stunts, I ain’t got no trust, No not in anyone, I am too far gone, Just listen to my songs, That’s the only way to catch a glimpse at what is going on, In my brain, these fucked up thoughts, Feelings that I have that I keep locked, Away they will stay maybe get lost, And then come up again once a beat drops! [Katie Tropp: Hook] You don’t feel what I’m sayin’? Better step to the side, BlaQman is in the house and you know we keep it live, You ain’t got the drive to keep up with our grind, We don’t ever fuckin stop we gonna stand the test of time! You don’t feel what I’m sayin’? Better step to the side, BlaQman is in the house and you know we keep it live, You ain’t got the drive to keep up with our grind, We don’t ever fuckin stop we gonna stand the test of time! [Lecxs: Verse 2] It’s been 43 years and I’m still here Them cats that shot my cousin, still live in fear, I was ready to knuckle up, way before the beard Go off like a cannon, leave ya hearing impaired Don’t mess wit Lecxs I’m worst than any villain Put ya brains on vacation, leave ya in the morgue chillin’ Too smart for the feds, avoid video vixens Wit Kimber on my hip, now I gets attention I can’t settle down, my blood pressure's up Anyone oppose the team, is getting fucked up Don’t hide behind ya crew, don’t press ya luck Don’t talk tough, cause I’ll get out this truck I deliver tracks, like precision missiles Wreck where ya at, spread out ya body tissue Ya trying to take over, wit that I’ve got an issue We stand the test of time, but no one will miss you [Katie Tropp: Hook] You don’t feel what I’m sayin’? Better step to the side, BlaQman is in the house and you know we keep it live, You ain’t got the drive to keep up with our grind, We don’t ever fuckin stop we gonna stand the test of time! You don’t feel what I’m sayin’? Better step to the side, BlaQman is in the house and you know we keep it live, You ain’t got the drive to keep up with our grind, We don’t ever fuckin stop we gonna stand the test of time!

[Katie Tropp: Verse 1] I just got outta work it’s been a rough day, All I wanna do is blow my mind away, All I been thinking about is puffin’ on a J, Kickin’ back with my best friend the homie Mary Jane, Open up the drawer I’m so confused, My ziplock is empty what do I do? Hit up my dealer he says “Sorry dude!” “I’m outta town” so you know this kills my mood, I grab my pipe and my pocket knife, Start scraping away to see what I can find, Resin comes in handy when you’re in a bind, But I gotta keep searching to sustain my high, Taking a walk then what do I see? No this couldn’t be a joint full of weed? My heart is so happy I inhale with glee, Only to find out it’s tobacco! FUCK ME! [Katie Tropp: Hook] What the hell am I gonna do? When the weed runs out it’s always too soon, So gimme more bud to consume Before my blood pressure hits the roof! What the hell am I gonna do? When the weed runs out it’s always too soon, What the hell am I gonna do? When the weed runs out it’s always too soon! [Govinachi: Verse 2] My supply a lil dry, lil lower than it’s supposed to be Only He know the true reason I keep some potent leaf/ Jokingly, I’ll admit I get a lil testy, don’t come across me sideways you might catch a lefty// Unless WE, den had a stogie session at Jermaine’s crib, holla at my patna, them G’s go for the same still/ You can catch me ridin’ sky high, I got that plane feel, Might be on that “res” for a minute, until my Jane filled// Them ALT meds been around longer that Vicodin, If I ain’t on my medicine, you get Nachi the Viking and/ I can’t promise that my compose kept under quietly, half on a half with my homie will get me by at least// I am beast, off it or on it don’t really matter, But I’d rather elevate to the tippy of Jacob’s Ladder/ Cloud 9. you can find me like up and “adam” but until I score some more ill just sip on this Samuel Adams// [Katie Tropp: Hook] What the hell am I gonna do? When the weed runs out it’s always too soon, So gimme more bud to consume Before my blood pressure hits the roof! What the hell am I gonna do? When the weed runs out it’s always too soon, What the hell am I gonna do? When the weed runs out it’s always too soon!

[Verse 1] Oh look there’s a hypocrite spewing fuckin’ bullshit, Lying to your face but I see through all of it, I am not the one to be played for an idiot, If all you do is lie go away I ain’t interested, I can’t stand a fake, a phony, a bitch, I’d rip my fucking jaw off before I ever fuckin’ snitch, Because my word is true and I know rare it is, For someone to stand their ground the weak can’t handle it, I am one against a million stacked up to the ceiling, Deep inside I know I’m the realest in the building, When I speak you will listen because I’m truly gifted, I know I look small but my appearance is deceiving, Don’t ever think that you will figure me out, I am not prim and proper, I don’t watch my mouth, Puttin’ on an act is not what I’m about, I’m the leader of the pack I don’t follow a crowd! [Hook] All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? It doesn’t really matter which one you take, Because at the end of the day we do not know our fate, Stay true to yourself that is the only way, All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? All roads lead to nothing, Roads lead to nothing, All roads lead to nothing! [Verse 2] I do not understand why it’s so damn hard, For people to keep it real they would rather be a fraud, They hide behind bullshit like “Oh I pray to God!” Then they turn right around and sin like he doesn’t watch, But if I go to church every Sunday, At least I look good even though you’re just a fake, Gimme your soul it’s a waste, it’s mine to take, I feed upon the weak, I smell fear and salivate, I eat W’s Fa Breakfast it’s BlaQman baby, That means all I do is win on the daily, I’m raps equivalent of Tom Brady, Sixth round draft pick the top is mine for the taking, Sleep on me that will be a huge mistake, All of your doubt will spark up a flame, Of confidence and I’ll blow your ass away, With my sick delivery flowing through your brain. [Hook] All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? It doesn’t really matter which one you take, Because at the end of the day we do not know our fate, Stay true to yourself that is the only way, All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? All roads lead to nothing, Roads lead to nothing, All roads lead to nothing! [Verse 3] Most people will let you rot ain’t that the truth, They say that they’re down and ride or die for you, But when they’re put to the test you look like the fool, Because when you turn around they disappear like poof! Then all that you got is the knife in your back, I just yank that shit out watch it turn into a scab, That will leave a scar I will always look at, As my reminder to never trust again, People will suck you fuckin’ dry, Take everything you have then push you to the side, They got what they wanted and they have no pride, But always keep in mind that they’re dead inside, Don’t ever succumb to the thoughts of the weak, The path that they on is loaded with sheep, Who hate themselves and they’re too dumb to think, Who knows where the path leads I just do me! [Hook] All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? It doesn’t really matter which one you take, Because at the end of the day we do not know our fate, Stay true to yourself that is the only way, All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? All roads lead to nothing what else can I say? All roads lead to nothing, Roads lead to nothing, All roads…

[Govinachi: Hook] Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/ Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession// Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/ Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession// [Govinachi: Verse 1] I’m here to turn down ya turnt up, Fly as a dragon in this Game of Thrones, I leave ya man’s burnt up/ Kings without a crown, how I describe you clowns, merked up,-- So much spit you gone drown so my nigga surf’s up// Me, I just stand up paddle on through the Carnage, Told you in “On Some” that ya rap’s is recycled garbage/ Since I am the Son of Halloween, catch me in black and orange, Darkness be all around me I’ll HOOK EM without a chorus// Call me a smooth Operator, I’m runnin’ jobs, You niggas ain’t put in work, all about clockin’ off/ Mike Tyson, ya punch out and start biting, white collar but at any given moment I’ll spark lightning// Straight from Austin Texas where they keep them horns up, ALene Town nigga though, yeah that’s where I was formed up/ Float like a butterfly and sting when we swarm up, Blaqman Droppin’ bombs, WE “B” professionals blowin up// [Govinachi: Hook] Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/ Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession// Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/ Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession// [Katie Tropp: Verse 2] When you look into my eyes all you see is the truth, I couldn’t tell a fuckin lie even if I wanted to, That’s why when I’m up in the booth, I spit fire, I inspire things you wish you could do, But to compete with me you gotta stay on my level, I stay focused and work hard I don’t ever wanna settle, For bein’ mediocre or tryin’ to embezzle, Someone else’s style I just kill the instrumental, I grab the mic and blow the crowd away, Ain’t nothing fancy or great but I’m all up in your face, The way I like it so come get a taste, Of the Krazy fuckin’ Kracka the realest bitch in this place, I ain’t just talk I will always back it up, My actions will speak volumes so turn this shit up, To the highest fuckin level until you cannot stop, I’m gonna make sure that all of you remember Katie Tropp! [Govinachi: Hook] Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/ Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession// Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/ Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//