I go to work like Moe Dee Even in quarantine, shit At the crib whippin' up eggs florentine Like I whip thoughts into a frenzy when my hands is idle Would it be TMI to admit I have been suicidal? Over the past few months even before Marshall Law broke out Was already social distancing Social media's threatening to end my existence In a funk I ain't seen since Prince and shit Too many instances to put on blast So fuck it I'll just put a mask on and find something classic to rap on The past's gone I ain't holdin' on to them last songs that I wrote Reminds me of a time in my mind when my path seemed lacking hope And when I closed my eyes all I visualized was black clouds and a rope But now I'm back sounding so dope like I'm supposed-- Trap door to the ghosts Raps pour from the GOAT's throat Was hyperactive as a youth Now I'm just fuckin' loco Social circle's turnin' triangular Isolation's a bitch and I must admit I did attempt to strangle her Don't know what the anger's for or even directed at Too vexed for that An army of insecurity made me a P.O.W. Urgently I urged them to murder me Never felt worthy of them words of praise they hurled at me They say I can rap! What good is that though in apocalypses? People need food, shelter, clothes Not hella flows in the pocket spitters But if I-- Can make those who stuck at home feel less alone In struggles of they own? Gimme the microphone and let me fuckin' go They say I'm too emotional but what they fuckin' know? See through your hardbodied window I know you're vulnerable I'm too real for these damaged bitches to feel but still love 'em though And metaphysically still love 'em But still...fuck 'em though Went out like a sucker yo Full disclosure facts But I ain't the type of motherfucker who's known for holding back Love me or hate me Give me or take me But even when acting crazy I'm still Luke McFadden, family baby...

Bass! How low can you go? Death row? What a brother know? Once again back is the incredible Rhyme animal The uncannable PHD flow reactivated OPP said ‘freeze’ But the drip had evaporated Should I tell ‘em that the clique had evacuated? And anything left was Eddie C wax related Now they got me on a list Cuz some kkkrakers got pissed That I wore a shirt with a black fist Farrakhan no enemy Ain’t got no white fragility Whatchoo gonna say to me? The real villains been the same through history Power to the people, say Fuck the empirical Put it in my lyrical Black is black All in our origin But the original they attack Here we go again We came out of nowhere Carved our name on the cold mountain sun And we call nowhere home Carved our name on the cold mountain sun New car! New PE #1 goin’ ‘uhhhhh ahhhh’ Star status Gladiator to minutia Words weaponized to terrorize the Ku Klux Only white boy in the room, Dru Ha Fear of God got me all in check like the ‘Woooo Haaaaa’ Check the sound like I’m Joey Crack, D and Puba With the quick, drag a tik tok rapper ‘too strong’ U-Haul PH all the way to BX Look up at the hat All you see ‘X’ Bigots waste air when they ‘suck it’, D-X Got my hands in a prayer saying ‘R.I.P. X’ Godspeed Shock G, Viktor God bless Wanna own all the wax that the Gods pressed Wanna know all the tracks that the Gods blessed These artists now a days, I’d be fucking hard…

Shout out to no one but Grandmaster Can If spittin’ bars was wrestling, I’d be Ax and Smash (Reppin’ from Port Hope) It’s the return of that classic cast Classic raps so hard we spit em’ and they smash the glass Shout out to no one but Grandmaster Can If spittin’ bars was wrestling, I’d be Ax and Smash It’s the return of that classic cast Classic raps so hard we spit em’ and they smash the glass What the fuck a dumb kkkraka be talkin’ bout? Chris call up Juice and tell him they asses need knockin’ out Pussy poppin’ on my dime When Grime be rockin’ out She talking vague Yo what exactly are we talkin’ bout? (What exactly are we talkin’ bout?) All I wanna know is if you want it rough like Slaughterhouse Chillin’ I’m in this haunted house My chest feels empty inside like an unwanted house But my crew stick together like cottonmouth And spit flows like a slobber mouth Your whole crew slowly bottom out My rep in this town is not in doubt Your rep in this town is not with clout If you chasin’ it? Hope you thought it out I hope you thought it out (Coney Funk) Off the top I do this for my fucking sons Wake up every day and grind at a job that fucking sucks I’ve made mistakes in my past But I’ll pass on the wisdom that it brought from that And show ‘em exactly how a good man should act I’ve run with some bad people Done some shit I ain’t proud of Spent a lot of money buying onions Chopping and snorting powder My heart grew colder Dark thoughts grew bolder Spiralling out of control And I didn’t know if I could hold it But I came out the other side I battled through the strife A better man with the knowledge to provide my kids with a better life So watch your mouth when I’m coming through Cuz I ain’t got no time any more for ignorant fuckboys Who got something to prove? Speaking on that David Piccini, you fucking dumbass You puppet dipshit Smile for the camera and bat your eyelash Next time I see you, bitch, you best be runnin’ fast Cuz when I catch you Your face gettin’ smashed like glass If you chasin’ I hope you thought it out I hope you thought it out…

Our interpretation of the fucking situation Needs some reconfiguration to see All of the possibilities Wiping the slate clean What’s the possibilities? What’s the possibilities? What’s the possibilities? Still on the avenue Still bumping King Tubby, Black Steel and Yabby You (still) Lickle fickle with the kick I’m on what I’m on Wrong when I’m wrong But Buddha still the protege of David Judah Hit the spliff it’s like we kicking it again on Shuter (Still) Lickle fickle with the kick I’m on what I’m on Wrong when I’m wrong but… Our interpretation of the fucking situation Needs some reconfiguration to see All of the possibilities Wiping the slate clean What’s the possibilities? What’s the possibilities? What’s the possibilities? Still on the avenue Still bumping King Tubby, Black Steel and Yabby You Fuck with this, fuck with that Fucking trick wanna trip with the trap? Wanna snitch in a rap? Talk some shit in a track? Take a flick with the AK Berlin is in the house PH is in the house Fourth line is in the house Canton is in the house Look… 3 side eyeing the fans like ‘what up?’ We fly high in the game like ‘what up?’ Trees high fly in the flame like ‘bun up’ G-Rime slide into frame like ‘what up?’ So what up? ‘Til the daylight come up If I’m stuck I just wait ‘til the brain light come up I don’t fuck with the lines these lames write Nadda Never know how these Eddie C blades might cut up This coke Max-a-million when I’m getting in the zone Rack and pinion when I’m winnin’ Spinning chrome Back door freezing when I’m steaming with the squad Lawd! Libtards! Spliff god Odd Spit hard Sniff gods Flawed dick wads Are you really with that fuck shit? Or are you really bout to fuck shit? Humanism Hedonism Venturing towards ultraism Thought to shoot up the place with a gun But the faces so young Where all the cool white people gone? Where all the cool white people gone? All the cool white people gone Where they hiding? Not a motherfucking hand can touch me Not a motherfucking hand can touch me Not a motherfucking hand can touch me Nooo Not a motherfucking hand can touch me Not a motherfucking hand can touch me Not a motherfucking hand can touch me

KO Fading to dark before the fall KO Could find no oxygen to pull KO In other words All of my circuits broke at once I’m laying for you, woman Skull and bones… We’ll make this double bed Feel like a double coffin, woah We’ll make this double bed Feel like a double coffin, wow Put tombstones all on your flesh tones Walk towards the light… I’m laying for you, woman Skull and bones… We’ll make this double bed Feel like a double coffin, woah Put tombstones all on your flesh tones Walk towards the light… KO Fading to dark before the fall KO Could find no oxygen to pull KO In other words All of my circuits broke at once No masochist KO Just passionate KO While I’m fucking your brains out Not far from daylight No masochist KO Just passionate KO While i’m fucking your brains out Not far from daylight now KO

Back in the day had a fascination But nowadays have an isolation Woah in a fit of creation Woah Yeah! Your lips aren’t moving but your hands I can see them waving Only way I know your speaking My knees are bouncing and my hands you can see them shake In my head the drums that won’t stop beating Back in the day had a fascination But nowadays have an isolation Woah in a fit of creation Woah Yeah! Tears can’t hold ‘em back This year’s whoppin’ my ass Sylvia Plath Sweet lord, please light my path I will adapt I know that even when I feel nostalgic There’s no going back Even when I’m on them Speed of light creative flights I see what lay beyond them prolific and sleepless nights Feel like there’s nothing left to live for When there’s nothing left to write If you think that’s being extra You don’t know them ‘artist type’ All my people rocking bottom Soon come more mountainous heights So make the art when you are up To lift you when you… Make peace and with all them demons Just to make it through the night Then wake up only to remember that I’m in an endless fight My doctor said ‘I’m sure you’ve probably heard of Kanye West’ I told him… David humbled the kings of goth David humbled the kings of goth I can’t hear you, mama David humbled the kings of goth Just the marijuana Can’t come back now Just the marijuana Can’t come back now David humbled the kings of goth David humbled the kings of goth Just the marijuana Can’t come back now Just the marijuana Can’t come back now… Back in the day had a fascination But nowadays have an isolation Woah in a fit of creation Woah Yeah!

So true it’s radical So ill it’s medical Are you really so ethical? Whatchoo after? We got the vibes all in the rafters So why you wanna be my pastor? No use for your psychology So deep in this artistry Petty drama don’t bother me Whatchoo after? We got the vibes all in the rafters So why you wanna be my pastor? Petty drama don’t bother me Petty drama don’t bother me Bother…

We can’t see the forest from the fucking trees Every week Getting stalked by the crazy bitch disease Freedom’s just a state of mind But the soul can’t take no more Depression hits from out of nowhere like Faith No More (So epic) D-the E- the A- the D What’s the ETA? Could RIP before this even bumpin’ out the PA So Mr. DJ Won’t you uplift the people, please? Cuz peace and love the only things that we gon need Sweet thing Eddie C, king Heavy D, swing thing Geddy Lee high With the grind on my mind Thoughts been disqualified Too much interference Flying like designer ties in a fucking clearance When I’m higher than a Shiela E Sign Of The Times appearance When I’m dialed in Trust Luke Krush Grooves Peace to all but the gumshoes (whooop) D-the E- the A- the D What’s the ETA? Could RIP before this even bumpin’ out the PA So Mr. DJ Won’t you uplift the people, please? Cuz peace and love the only things that we gon need In ‘88 me and C used to trade tapes Now we trade files over Great Lakes Deep when we conversate Got the great rates Fighting shape in the game Always make weight Freak With a love deep like my m8’s crates Ache with a love for Reeva, Cel and Frej Frej Ed and Luke take the cake and the cake plate R.I.P. AK

‘Til the heaven’s sun We don’t run (Let the future come) ‘Til the present’s done We don’t run (Let the future come) What you wanna hold on to? (owww) Do you want a freedom you can hold on to? (owww) Freedom from the death grips that hold onto you (owww) Freedom from depression when your friends are ghosting you Waiting in vein for a blue check that never show up Keep checking Nope (nothing) Heart fucking tore up Pride shredded Mind playing tricks like it’s 5th Ward Your thoughts sounding like some Beastie Boys Voices distort High functioning Assumption that you’ll always fall forward (I get it) I’ve been goin’ South When people thought I went North But mask off I hear the thirst in your voice 10-4 See the hunger in your eyes and I know what it’s for You can’t stop! ‘Til the heaven’s sun We don’t run (Let the future come) ‘Til the present’s done We don’t run (Let the future come) What you wanna hold on to? (owww) Do you want a freedom you can hold on to? (owww) Freedom from the death grips that hold onto you (owww) Freedom from depression when your friends are ghosting…