VERSE 1: Yo i'm committin, Original Sins with Original dreams, and epiphany's hittin when i'm sippin the Beam, see i'm balanced like a Great White finnin' to stream, and the lines comin natural i'm spittin 'em clean! in a state of mind where they don't outlaw shit, freedom is king and i'm fuckin with a "Midas Grip" that help the flow come scoldin, and Golden through, reppin ROCKILLERS! rollin with ACHOSEN-FEW (.com) and when the wheels start rollin it's on baby! coverin' this concrete jungle where we all treated like 'CONS' daily, but here's a 'PRO', Tommy-In-dis-putible, i- forever grow, from the Rap flow to the cuticles, and here i stand, a 5'8 monster, to violate live bait, and primate impostors, till sides ache, the first guy on the roster... to make spines shiver and declinin' your posture! HOOK: Yo Cuhhz, I don't give a fuck what you heard 'bout me, when you sittin on that curb, tippin out 'Olde E', ima leave you somethin to remember me by... and if you got.LUV better show me! Cuhhz, I don't give a fuck what you heard 'bout me, when you sittin on that curb, tippin out 'Olde E', ima leave you somethin to remember me by... and if you got.LUV better show me! VERSE 2: baby life & stress, i flow like light breeze, write like checks birds bees, & breeze like me, so hike they chests bein a menace when with the guys holdin tight to Leffe's we don't mess with lights...we get nice offa pints of heff nevertheless, what are you mice or men don't step or you'll get imprinted by some Nikes or Timbs likes it stiff, A little ice and diced with gin and i like my drinks how i like women .....cheap with alcohol in So i don't just come in - i coast and post Ask your bitch who she's lovin - and she knows the code! Cos i'm caught up with these cats from accross the globe so when i'm in Cali - i get lotsa hoes! So Shorties Drop It Low, give me a duck dodge, tuck & Roll if your at the bar pour me another, And Fuck the Po! cos we ain't nothin Pro's, fresh in all make hoe's touch toes & chests,from the best to custom yo! VERSE 3: yo i'm that caterpillar leavin alice in wonder, the land rover when i travel without malice i'm under, the influence of better intracite flows make 'em look innocent and everyone knows, i'm not a inner kid i'm kin to the coast the west flows through the palms, my blood and my bones, opposed to the calm -of the storm before i spit..i get into the zone, i let the arm of the law be code i curse most, so i compound fractured my own like i be fightin the good fight with one arm tied behind my back like fake smiles and two faced liars and if i ain't on ya system like e-rased files ya better download the track, and back-it-up style! cos i ain't just takin up space on ya memory drives, if i gig ya leave with somethin to remember me by! and if ya dig what i'm sayin raise ya bev up high and take a swig for everybody with a place in the sky!

cos i'm tryin get that love from the block to the burbs and just tryna toe the line when there's nothin but curves let the city lights shine & get lost in it's curse and when the timeline's over bitch you know the words! HOOK: Cos i'm just livin' tryna Groove it Right CHECK-IN, forget the baggage and just cruise this flight CHECK-IT, kick it till i ain't got shoes in sight and all the women in the room, let's see ya move tonight! COME ON, Let's see ya drop it like you lost ya grip GET DOWN, like someone ran up in here poppin shit COS IT, ain't a party till i rock this bitch, AND IT'S HOT, off o' the top or when i jot this script! VERSE 1: the skys the limit.... when i rhyme or spit it or kick it with a line i writ it's kinda redic, it ain't physics ho i shine and live it, no counterfeitted, it's confetti any town i visit, like evey penny i get ready, like i'm down to flip it. you called in the air, i called it indie rare, hip hop catchin this burb bus to the city yeah! so call the city mayor i'm reppin for the OC MV, 949 code where the coast be! the wind against my face in this rat race, i should be leadin the pack but where i'm at is like i lack pace? but i got stamina, the manage the facts based i stand on my own two and you? you gotta back brace. so whether i'm in last place or the podium, i'm keepin raps laced from the crack to the sodium like 1, 2, 3 and this 40oz done swiggin it back, while i get T.PLUV from ya shorty son! HOOK: Cos i'm just livin' tryna Groove it Right CHECK-IN, forget the baggage and just cruise this flight CHECK-IT, kick it till i ain't got shoes in sight and all the women in the room, let's see ya move tonight! COME ON, Let's see ya drop it like you lost ya grip GET DOWN, like someone ran up in here poppin shit COS IT, ain't a party till i rock this bitch, AND IT'S HOT, off o' the top or when i jot this script! VERSE 2: yo it's the Tommy-P economy crunch-you know the score, you get the message i don't bottle it up to float ashore it's as clear as the sky is blue and the CODE OF WAR... ima ride through spillin a beer on your home decor! from the ocean floor to the surface, i'm servin a purpose, showin these kids what adverse is, swimmin upstream to disperse this .. "give a fuck" team of illiterate teens an "ALTERNATIVE" so play it back let it sink in VIBRATE! open up ya minds to it let ya eyes DILATE! if ya roll? Griiiinnd to it, if ya don't? sliiiide into ya "Primate" intuitive tuck & roll dive yo cos, it's the way that i get down, and not a day goes by that i don't pray that i get found until then? it's just the way of the WESTBOUND! CALI-Forn.I.A to the UK's Best sound! ........... cos i'm tryin get that love from the block to the burbs and just tryna toe the line when there's nothin but curves let the city lights shine & get lost in it's curse and when the timeline's over bitch you know the words! HOOK: Cos i'm just livin' tryna Groove it Right CHECK-IN, forget the baggage and just cruise this flight CHECK-IT, kick it till i ain't got shoes in sight and all the women in the room, let's see ya move tonight! COME ON, Let's see ya drop it like you lost ya grip GET DOWN, like someone ran up in here poppin shit COS IT, ain't a party till i rock this bitch, AND IT'S HOT, off o' the top or when i jot this script! VERSE 3: the Name's Tommy.PLUUUVV... where the huggs? won't ya show some baby! ya catcha buzz when i flow Sun's hazy my mind tickin at a crazy pace, it's checkered signs when i flow a line meet me any place, you wanna rhyme let me know the time! don't get it twisted i ain't ghetto like i'm just tryna fix up my game, oilin the chain on ma' pedal bike And Ride on it, like the beat, when i meddle, comin live on it pourin somethin sweet from the kettle NICE! i'm on the roll more than antique ROADSHOWS hoggin the beat like a band geek SOLO, hittin the peaks like i'm everest cold yo, steep like you ain't ready to get on this! HOMO! so heads or tails, it don't mattter cos i ain't stoppin lay it tighter than two dames in the same coffin bumpin "Dead Wrong", while i'm fuckin lane hoppin swervin on bourbon impersonatin' ya vein....POPPIN!

Dark Horse Beats Call Me what you want baby cos i ain't seen a label that'll fit me yet..... VERSE 1: Yo Label me mr. sincerity, whistlin merrily rowin' my boat down lives stream keepin afloat steadily, cos life ain't a dream it's a parody you know it's a joke when most just tryin to cope without the therapy so stay truckin on the beam for fun hit it heavily and party till ya see the sun. till they bury me i'll stick to the roots i'm from like them, cherokees native, Tommy Cruise "the Gun" i spray clips that'll sway hips, cruisin at altitudes that'll make bitches slip smooth outta shoes after that the socks come off, soon she breakin all her rules as i cross 'em off keep shorty short of breathe, and a checklist ready for the night 40 hangin in the left, another bevvie in the right, do it for the West, the rest, and any in the fight tryna do the damn thing & lay it heavy on the mic HOOK: Yo so call me what you want baby-Rain or Shine But you know i bring it straight-i ain't stayin in line cos i get my swerve on-through the lanes i grind and if you ain't found love?-ima change ya mind! cos i get it how i live it yo-and that's whatsup! and i phased by the gimmicks yo-so crank the cut whether you smashed off your face-or you blazed to fuck? i'd rather live it to the limits-insteada chase the buck! VERSE 2: yo so label me mr. insanity, kickin up anarchy, leadin the blind with picket signs displayin written profanity kickin rhymes with a sickness that'll threaten humanity and i don't got time for rich bitches drippin in vanity punks who ain't livin reality or know what it is to make a buck fifty, and a hundo go on ya kids insteada trust fund babies and givin a homes and a whip so they take that 150 and they blow it on kicks! and you know i mix homie coast city to burbs talk about rockin shows the LBC was my first, and when the rhymes start flowin ima give you the word, my Go Go gadget finger got me flippin the bird it's in the verse how i'm spittin on the mic clean tryna find a rythem between livin & my pipe dreams assigned to the mission, Ima the captain with the right jeans tryna take off i'm just waitin for the flight team HOOK: VERSE 3: you can call me Mr. Reliable, kickin up viable options for when ya iPod's chillin in idle shuffle more than a kindergartner's sittin recital's i'm that IB Pro finnin' ease ya vitals like ya IV hookin you up with made fluid, shit that help ya clear ya system of junk, flush straight through it the lyrics that ya sister'll bump, ya dates too and it's a tommy.pluvin affair now be faithful! see i'm a case full of jokes, like a barrell of laughs never hastin' to coast while i handle a pabst designated driver whether i be sober or smashed and the plates on the ride sayin "havin a blast" so i ride through shiftin, manual at drive thru's kitchens, mixin shake & fries still dippin, you bet that ill upgrade to the supersize fixings and if y'all didn't know you better listen!

Yo homie I'm back like gammon but damn it I know what they sayin, I ain't left but you know thats the only way that I'm swayin, Cos it's WEST ho, coast like the bar mat I'm layin, For my bevvie wrapped in coozy's with a WARDWELL name, Rockin that JinJoint like I don't give a fuck I ain't playin, Even if I'm up on the table it ain't cards that I'm layin, I'm rappin bars bitch! willy wonka gold to the Mars bitch! i'm Grinding! These other suckas stick to they're "hard flips", Shinin like Nickelson when cast for the part, Shit, reclinin' like Jackie (Kennedy) after they shot up the car, Call me the "grassy knoll", the foundation for assassination, The SARS, spreadin the word, and there ain't no vaccination, Yo cus, once it unloaded and fit to tracks, I'm pinnin ya back! Like you ain't winnin this battle just hit the mat, And you can get the facts "Gift-Rapped" stat! No matter if you paid for that.....the delivery is free with track! Cos Yo, I ain't doin this so they say that I'm thuggin, Actin "Superbad" an tell ya that my name is McLovin? Or rappin superfast so you can't hear a damn word I'm sayin? Or have a dumbass alias it's just my God given name! It's "the P" Yo, Tommy like don't try nothin funny, This a stick up! Lend me your ears or gimme ya money! Cos we can do this without tears where nobody get hurt?.... Or be the reason that ya peers takin days off work, Diggin dirt like undertakers, I follow hearses to work a "grave-yard shift" till first light and sun awakens, Early bird catching worm, check "the Gun" a' blazin, Goin out like that! Fuck a odd occasion! Cos it's the caucasian kickin the facts, raisin hip-hop like I don't give a shit if it's black, Ima love it like my own in every sense of the word, And own the track soon as I'm stressing what I penned in a verse! Sayin- yeahhhhh boy it's Tommy-P-puttin burbs on the map that's a rap now, they be like-worrrrd up! and what it be? puttin burbs on the track, run it back now Sayin- yeahhhhh boy it's Tommy-P-puttin burbs on the map that's a rap now, they be like-worrrrd up! and what it be? once a verse on the track ya run it back now! I'm "RIP-STYLIN"! shifting through beats like Bin-Laden, Flipping sheets like kids through riveting fiction An I'm mindin all my 'p's & 'q' (queuing) my diction, Cross this 'T' I'll dot ya 'I's (eyes) like two in the clip son! Want eclipsed sun's homie? I'm shinin behind the scenes, Neckin 'Blue Moons' rippin these hynas outta they're jeans, Keep ya crew tuned, an all on my dick when I'm in person, flowin like I never need no one to pull the curtains, Cos if it's the last call? I'm in that 100 metre dash mode, passin up bitches to get my Pabst y'all! Knocking em back while I'm loaded and steady to rip the mic next, pint? Check! ... Throw the confetti! Cos Yo, I be gettin 'ready' like pre of the 'set', 'GO'! and when that Gun cracks, I'm offa the blocks like chips Yo! i'm the thumb tack, prickin ya ear with legit flows, Up in the mix like-Phatter than batter, Your Crisco! See i ain't got time to be bullshittin these ma'fuckers, actin a hot shot when i ain't under par fuckers, i tee it off on the beat and hit it hard suckers! and go a far way further than these bar hoppers! i drink 'em under the table, when they put stories against fables, that don't wither in time and remain stable, lyrics that when riddled and rhymed, would 'Cane' 'Able", Satyrical, acidical-bomb with a plain label, Reciprical of "all of the gear, no idea", with them flat-pack raps they put up like IKEA, takin Catnaps, sleepin on legends to ride queers, while us 'backpackers' sheddin' some tears for EYEDEA! (R.I.P.) i stay puttin 16's to bed, tuck 'em in like sweet dreams and kiss on the forehead, read a story but they don't drift off or get bored dead. so i drop a few more till it's day and the night fled!

Verse 1: Yo I'm sweet with it, complete lyrics you don't compete with i sleep lyrics, and wake up rapped in the them sheets shit i Eat lyrics, feastin on critics and what i see kid i see lyrics 'fore they released (it's what i free) Yo I beast lyrics hittin the peaks, toppin' trees like they leaf-lets droppin like flees I knocked knees i be that tight like fit 'em like sneaks to sock feet feel the beat bitch, keep it affixed the hot steez keep me, all up in the mix, like i'm part of ya recipe, the kid keep it street yo the seed like sesame! so spread the word like it's slurred some, fuck the media, and if you in that scene b Alert Themm! i kick the ass of rest - with the assets flexed - any cast on the set gettin mad vexed cos i'm the main attraction when fans check, every line comin correct, there ain't no bad text! HOOK: ARE WE REALLY HAPPY HERE? No Sir! cos the birds fly south Once the sun stop shiiinin' And ignorance turns into violence That's how it goes! ARE WE REALLY HAPPY HERE? No Sir! cos the alarm bells ring Once the good looks faaade And the Good Book ain't turned a page that's how it is! VERSE 2: homie the spellin mistakes we all makin are bound to happen in this day and an age where the slang without a cap' an fuck a page, yo i scribble on scraps about a napkin like a riddle in the pieces i rap, no power nappin! yo it's word of wisdom rhymed in twist some times intermixed with mindless intuition it's prime cuts, steak of juiciest kind that keep ya rollin like a loosie in those dubious times! so get ready for the script i kick to take the reins metaphor so real the webster's dictionary changed, updated like status of ya profile page an if ya 'like' this ya lackin in emotional ways! have some passion, fuck wearin the heart on the sleeve it's so generic, so i'm rollin 'em up to be perceived as an easy goin guy, bout 180 easy on the eye, or at least that's what i gage from the ladies! HOOK: ARE WE REALLY HAPPY HERE? No Sir! cos the birds fly south Once the sun stop shiiinin' And ignorance turns into violence That's how it goes! ARE WE REALLY HAPPY HERE? No Sir! cos the alarm bells ring Once the good looks faaade And the Good Book ain't turned a page that's how it is! VERSE 3: Yo i'm tight with it, recite lyrics you wanna bite kid i type lyrics, set 'em alight when i grip mic shit they fight lyrics, ready for war, shootin on site lyrics, tight lyrics, flyer than heights you'd wanna fly shit it's hybrid, lyrics that fueled by what i write kid a fusion of the sights and views of what i like Alive in this bitch, where most struggle for life, cos they spent it tryna cater to some misguided hype! see it all up in the charts, like it's part of the formula but the kid flow solo, so i don't blend with the orchestra so in a word i'm a revelation, in this revolution, where i'm just tryna pursue relations and make money on the side on the 9/5 and inflations got me sighin when the price rise, and inside, i be dyin for a nice ride but till then, i'm endin this night with some light jive CHIEF BEATS!

cos these days it's LIVE or die, give a fuck or move with the herd cos when it's go time, these big cats leave room for dessert and you see good guys caught up tryna save the weak that's the way life goes these animals'll play for keeps an my Natural selection, got me cookin up raps to perfection switchin flows with spatula collections and mixin in the rest just to add some flava! i'm on a solo mission to be dishin raps to savour cos you in hell's kitchen and i'm servin a hell of a meal got that roast crisp and scratchings on records ya feel and when that check comes you best not to try nothin funny, and compliment the chef cos tommy's is value for money ima workin class act who ain't favour social heirarchy, slave labourin while fat cats sit by and watch me, and it won't change so i ain't holdin my breathe, but ima die and rot be-fore i let these hoe's get the best (8 bar) See it's a better life we aim for, insteada stuck with a bitter wife, a nipper and a riddle you ain't paid for tryna configure what to do? whether you play ball? or try to make it out the game before the game play you! i end it all in a shot, some call it weak, in search of more euphoric feelings got you soarin to peaks but when i shoot it ain't nothin like a caliber son, just gimme a beat, and the 16 i'll handle in one startin a neverending cycle, where these cats try to sleep sippin nyquil lookin down and missin sistines of michael and the fact most the best go unnoticed for life the reason vincent lost an ear to a shear for a wife! sheddin tears through the night, tryna understand why, the fuck "fair" ain't fightin it's just passin you by and in your strife you ain't liable for actions let fly you just stuck waitin seein if they batter an eye SOUL TOUCHIN' / HOOK: I keep 'em all watchin, Cos yo i keep 'em on they're toes so they ain't knowin where i'm goin till the flow droppin' And there ain't No Stoppin! cos they ain't even tryna go, When that Gun sound they froze like they Stone Rockin' And i keep on Bustin! Whether Preachin' at a show, or i'm just creepin' on the low it be Cold Cuhhzin' And it need No Rushin, So baby we can do it slow, and i can penetrate ya Soul Now! SOUL TOUCHIN' / VERSE 2: You assigned to LUV what i'm doin with this, gimme a fifth, ima handle, my Intuitiveness, like since the crib i been "Randall" A monster with the Ink (.inc) game as savvy as Sully, And on the brink of distinction i be keepin it Gully, So don't blink son, you might miss a word or phrase, that tie this bitch together like spinal vertebraes, Straight up, i'm the Alley Cat that purrr for days, i rule this kingdom with an iron fist and hurt you knaves, So we can- keep battlin' this "Prince & the Pauper" fantasy where broke Mc's thinkin they "baller" Cos they raidin them machines for the bling that they sport And if they get they're chain snatched they just diggin for quarters (ca-ching!) So take no notice of my lack of the cheddar, cos i'm "that cracker" that'll battle and ain't lackin endeavour, so when the fact get to the matter ima stake my claim, my flow-solid do the science- that's a state of change! Now feel it - Cos i be "ice Cold" and when i drop in with an 8 or a 16 they sa my name like it's "Miiike Joones" But Tommy.P the LUV'll Come & unload, and if ya bitch need a hug? you better hope i ain't home. Cos it's a way of life, makin money just to pay for rights, to have ya say, and if you ain't alone it's sparkin Labour strikes, and when they formulate that's cause major damage, i was born to make a name now i'm takin advantage! So if you easy on the eye, you'll appreciate the ease in which i grasp, the need to keep it upbeat and with in ya ass at that grass roots level where the snakes are found unless they too busy in media trees to slither down? so we it play it safe leadin the blind to new pastures like with the beats, rhymes, rhythm and signs for you bastards so sit and twirl , while watchin the world go round while the rest keep it pushin till we world renound! SOUL TOUCHIN' / HOOK: I keep 'em all watchin, Cos yo i keep 'em on they're toes so they ain't knowin where i'm goin till the flow droppin' And there ain't No Stoppin! cos they ain't even tryna go, When that Gun sound they froze like they Stone Rockin' And i keep on Bustin! Whether Preachin' at a show, or i'm just creepin' on the low it be Cold Cuhhzin' And it need No Rushin, So baby we can do it slow, and i can penetrate ya Soul Now!

www.rockillers.com www.achosen-few.com VERSE:1 You can catch me at that skatepark cruisin, rollin up on the landscape, while homies with pape's'll roll doobs an' the plans great homie these rays settin the mood and if a manic skate deck in the he gon' move! cos the respect is showin the LUV and i'm showin it back cos i get so many dabs when i'm rollin up and the way i roll homie i rep what i know an love if you an RK brother it's best to just throw it up! And while we're at it yo, let's toast over hood rhymes, to "K2 Fattys" and the jokes skatin "Good Times" snakin' through alleys we stay duckin the fuzz And i'm way too savvy to pay for the way i bust! Cos my baby love my style an' the way that i grind, i got my mind on my money so i'm workin overtime and from the days of the buss pass and stayin inline these tracks always paved the way for me to go for mine! HOOK: SO IF YOU GOT MY BACK HOMIE SHOW ME SOME.LUUV COS YOU KNOW I GOT YOUR BACK WHEN WE'RE CRUISIN I'M HOLDIN DOWN THE CATS THAT YOU KNOW THAT I.LUUV BROTHERS COVERIN MY TRACKS AND WE'RE CRUISIN AND IF YOU GOT MY BACK HOMIE SHOW ME SOME.LUUV WHEREVER I'M LAYIN HATS YOUR MY DOODS AN' I KEEP MY BROTHERS ON MY TRACKS HOPE YOU FEELIN' THAT LUUV KEEP STYLIN, TAKE IT BACK NOW! VERSE: 2 I remember days of rollin with the mexicanos snack at jacks mac at every donalds kickin back up in capistrano dreamin of rollin on professional pay wondered if we'd see the day but the hec if i know? i used to let days come and go with the tide feenin fore shade hat my low when i ride and we ain't never waste a moment of time once we strapped up, you know we holdin that grind fade to black, cut! (yeah) cos we was "videogroovers",straight shooters, and waitin for the "day of the rope" to peep game on, an "espionage" or a "coup de tat", "leading the blind" to rollaway till the rays gone. cos when the sun settin at the end of the day we was, nursing our wounds... with a cassette on the way, never snoozin on the prospects of "Amateur" dood like motherfucker you can't "battle my crew" VERSE: 3 cos we had them bus route planner, SC till the RSA banner, and we stoppin off at spots we just seen lights, action, cameras, don't bitch lay the hammer, if the hand go down it ain't cleean! stayin matchin' with the senate backpacks with the ENG logo on the track pants or theJNCO jeans if you in doubt lovin every line, every single time i dun landed with the steez cabbin the fuck out! Without a doubt it was '98 - california dreamin was playin, coppin the DB magazine and readin' away an' i would roll to sports park like straight from school and all the homies in my grade saw and they'd come too! up in junior high to listenin to junior reid more than my poor righteous teachers every knew or perceived! all projects revolved around the mayhem i saw and since VG13 i cruise on tour

VERSE 1: Yo a little Jim Beam, now let's get it crackin! i'm in a scene in my den relaxin', tryna dream but this pen is graftin, had a long day i'm tryna forget about, i can't imagine with all this stress about, but i got a measured dose of what ya toast, and what ya call a "Night-Cap", knock the sedative back then Vamonos! Let's GO! try to open your eyes and find closure, from life's 9 to 5's and close the blinds over, Cos Night Sky's glow don't end as far as i know, so ima let the medicine flow until my mind slow, and let the coil slowly unwind from all the time, spent on the Grind, while ya fantasies playin' on ya mind! and i'm back! tryna shake off reality in a flash of the pan, If the Beam's toasted? homie...i'll be 'Jacked' on the Dan! and the dreams comin fast now i'm laxed in the sand, driftin off to the shores of another land. HOOK: So slide Back! slip into these Jim Beam Dreams, And Riiiide That- Coat-tail to a midsummer scene, Just like That! turn reality to somethin serene, then right back! in the room when the mornings keen VERSE 2: Yo i'm dreamin about-playin venues that's packed to shit, recordin LP's that's makin platinum lists, and makin ya iPod's 'Most Played' a no brainer, then Click! - i'm runnin through forests that's rife with danger, then i'm - fallin off cliffs and wakin before i land, roamin 'Land-before-time' had ever embraced man, and as i stand, i'm fightin this crime of imagination ...but all the while lyin' in Horizontal equations, cos, the Beam hit me and i soak it up, ya deemed tipsy, then ya liable to throw some up, but i be flyin through sky's as a pilot of planes, and then i'm droppin the lines to be lyin' with dames, it's gettin Heavy now! i'm sinkin deeper into waters, goin down with the ship when the crew is relieved of orders, steady toastin the 5th, while the dreams leavin these borders, slippin into wonderlands that Alice'd never have thought of! VERSE 3: So when the toxins-in, i'm dedicatin rhymes to Jack, Jim, and lotsa Gin! whethere tossin back the Henn', or i'm 'Off the tin', Couple cans on the train driftin off again? probly missin where i'm gettin off...then hop back in! and while i'm dozin i'll be slippin so much closer to R.E.M, and the fantasies tickin over, and the part i been playin could change any moment, like "that's scene" and that Maxine is a Mona? and i ain't in Dubai tryna Emirate-act-fly, i'm just gettin by up in Conneticut? in fact I - might be drivin by on the strip in a new whip? or 'laxed lyin kickin it with chicks that are toooo thick! so catch me in Miami tryna roll to clubs, or on Safari in Zimbabwe yellin - "Show Me Some.LUV!" with a Tecate in Tiahuana? or rollin back up.. to party in the OC - but that's reality Cuhhz! So sliiiide back!

VERSE 1: i Grind like some old bones, yo that's how i make my bread tires know no home, that's why there ain't a trace o' tread and yo my tracks show, i've been round the block a bit, so when i rap yo, i been known to pop some shit! keepin the facts known, i ain't tryna sell no product shit my environment is sat home with a download torrent, i rip the shit outta the beat before productions on it, so i ain't fuckin with the mix yo i'm just tweakin ebonics. they call me big TOMMY-P, the kid that don't quit, if there's a lyric i spit, it's equipped to quote quick. shit the - status omega from the alpha, i'm major i'll make an alpha numeric list that'll bounce off the paper i'm that hot! so peep it through shades like crack spots "blowin up" like throwin grenades and rat cops sippin' Bud Light, while i'm steady sinkin a Guinness knockin' back pints...while you bitches within ya limits! HOOK: It's Like this - you don't really want it with me Like This! I'm not the one you wanna follow ya see "Like" this - the epitemy of fuck ya policy TOMMY-P, Kickin' lyrics that'll wreck ya playlist VERSE 2: i don't care if you hate me, or you wanna jock the dick i spit for a reason so motherfucker take ya pick i spit this like a "Gun" that's why the name exists and it's Tommy cos my mommy gone and named me this I'm so real, but the chances of me makin it big? holdin my breathe? Homie i'd be gravy for 6 (deep son!) the way that it's fixed, these artists-cons fakin' legit, retarded, only talent seem to be takin a dick! ...to get to the top, you gotta wet ya lips, and it's not what i got in my plans, nah baby, respect me or not she gon' love me, fuck pullin 'forget-me-nots' i'll lay into these bitches, motherfuckers'll beg me to stop I got riches, but they only in the talents possessed the manner i stress, is best with me claspin my chest animal? yes! a wolf savage, capitalyst capitalizin on cattle who lack stature and strength www.kilnartist-media.com

YO IT'S THE KID WITH THE.....HI-CUP AHEM!.....I'M SORRY IT'S THE KID ROCKIN THIS SHIT UP, WHAT'S HIS-STORY MR. WI-WICK-WIGGER.....IT'S WHAT THEY CALL ME HOW THEY FIGURE? COS I RAP AND SWIG A FUCKIN 40? BITCH A LIGAMENT'LL SNAP WHEN I BUST COS SHORTY, I PUSH IT TO THE LIMITS WHENEVER I TOUCH RECORD SEE IMA QUARTERBACK, WONDER WHY I CUP MY BALLS? CAUSE BESIDES MY WORD....IT'S ALL THE FUCK GOT FOR Y'ALL! NOW WE CAN PLAY IT THE HARD WAY THE ONE WHERE YOU CONSIDER THE FARCE OF DISMISSIN ME COS I'M PISSIN YOU OFF HEY? COS I AIN'T GOT A RESPECTABLE IMAGE TO TOSS? AND YOU BITCHES DISS IT 'FORE YOU EVEN LISTEN TO BARS? COS I AIN'T LIVIN ON BROADWAY, I'M STEADY WORKIN, SHIFTS N THEY ALL DAY, AND THESE KIDS WANT TO CRYS' AND THE BALL PLAY? BOY I'M INTO SPLITTIN WIGS - RIPPIN THE BARS, WHILE THESE INDUSTRY PIGS - LICKIN LIPS AND RIPPIN 'EM OFF NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY I'M GONNA STOP COS YOU SAY SO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY YOU GONNA STOP ME WHEN I PLAY YO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY YOU TOP ME TODAY YO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY I'M ON TOP WITH THE KO! VERSE:2 THE INDUSTY MAKIN A KILLIN WHILE IM STUCK SHUFFLE & DEALIN THE CARDS WAITIN FOR LADY LUCKY TO BE WHISKIN OR WHEELIN ME OFF MY FEET, COVERIN THE STREET, THIS BEAT ON MY HEART SO WHEN IT BEAT, YO I BEEP, CHECK THE FREQUENCY CHART! COS I GOT BEAVIS, BUT-HEADS DON'T WANNA LISTIN COS I AIN'T GONNA BEAT DIVAS WHEN THREADS BARE'S HOW I'M RIPPIN AND THE IMAGE WE PORTRAY IS THE BATTLE WE NEED TO WIN WHEN YOU CONCEED TO THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS HOW YOU BE WRAP IN THE LINENS? BITCH IS BORED GAMES! NOBODY TAKIN A CHANCE, BUT THE KID ROCKIN THE SWAGGER, THAT MAKE SHAKE IN YA PANTS JUST TRYNA LIVE, MAKE AQUAINTENCES-A-SHAKIN THEY HANDS AND IF SHE DIGGIN kid, I'M PROLLY GONNA MAKE AN ADVANCE! CRACKIN THE BAT, DOWN THE MIDDLE, SMACK & CRACKLE POP SHOVIN IT, AND MAKE YOU WANNA STRAP ON A STRADDLE AND RIIIIDE WIT' ME, TILL THE SUN-SET-IN THE SHADOWS I TELL IT HOW IT IS, BITCH I GOT A KNACK FOR THE TATTLE! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY I'M GONNA STOP COS YOU SAY SO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY YOU GONNA STOP WHEN I PLAY YO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY YOU TOP ME TODAY YO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY I'M ON TOP WITH THE KO! YO COS I AIN'T GOTTA BE UP ON THE RADIO TO GET MY KICKS BABY GIRL NOW TAKE ME HOME COS I- GOTTA KEEP COMIN EQUIPPED YOU KNOW GET CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE HUNNY, TAKE ME HOME I AIN'T-GOTTA BE BILLIN TO BE ACTIN FLY, YA JUST GOTTA BREAK THE CEILIN KISS THE CAP GOODBYE BEAT THE LIMITS OUT THE GIMMICKS AND THEN SLAP THE THIGH LIKE GOSH DANG, DON'T YOU WANNA BE THAT GUY? NO NO NO NOOOOOO NO LOVE FOR THE RADIO! NO LOVE FOR THE RADIO! NO LOVE FOR THE RADIO!