B) Every other night Im buggin/ not dreamin the sweetest dreams. I cant even clear my head I cant even sleep in peace/ when I rest my head at night the night is far from over/ not dreamin the sweetest dreams Im lookin for some closure/

This dudes here to win, with beautiful stripped limbs/ I only choose to sin cause I got Lucifer within/ dead and Ill still flow, instead from the window/ something different every time my head hits the pillow/ For real doe, Im sittin here dreamin my head is schemin/ believing Im barely breathin but creepin like Ima kill though/ but chill no, lo and behold aligning my silo/huette, checkin my sweat hopin I control the gift though/ the gift being my sanity harder to maintain/ The shits like a tragedy, the flesh in my brain/ the rest may be pain/ With no morphine injected/ with poor things connected like more seems affected/ Poor things connected in your mental/ while you thinkin all the functions need to work like how whores need erections/So they’re pantsin me, in a trance and fantasies/ don’t answer me when I carelessly drop the parodies/ So consider this shit…Nah consider me sick/ cause Im contemplating ways on how to face my mind tricks/ Like a Jedi, no kindness within a crisis/ my heads pitch black, I cant find shit/

C)

Initiated, now beats and stages get eviscerated/ simple hatred of those that had equivocated/ Dude who rocked the Boondox got the mood hot/ the crew shot a few vids and never let a feud stop/ The next to die ahead of time specialize in genocide/ people recognize that better rhymes they’ll never find/ Support the wife who lives with me, no mystery/ creating beats like symphonies, crush competition pitifully/ normalcy and awkwardly will coincide accordingly/ the core of me importantly will be of the poorest breed/ No exclusion of doomed pollutants or circumlocution/ execution of stupid humans a beautiful illusion/ Spineless bastards mindless masses meet demises faster/ when lives get shattered stab the eyes of all rappers/ Patiently Ill wait till this is engaged but c’est la vie/ crazily and angrily recite the sweetest dreams are made of these/

C)

The sound at night frightening when Im lost for words/ darkness climbing why it cost my nerves/ eyes open, see nothing but Im duckin nocturne/ and I don’t need to be enlightened why I toss and turn/ Burn, baby burn she started it from the mouth/ no not disco inferno it’s what she did to my house/ burn, baby burn, flame blazing amazing/ how Im boutta wake up from raisin out of the pavement/ My, loyalty levels are lower then losing leverage/ from standin above underhanded by gloves of love/ keepin me secret from demons tastin my blood/ or very capable of like label fables that crush/ Dream, after dream, never the sweetest thing/ killin all your progression revealin murder regimes/ plottin the course of action forever the weather change/ and when you let it get to you you’re never ever the same/

B)