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I'm trying to decide if I should do something different, write commercial, or at least write one commercially-based project. It seems like I'm wasting words writing things now. They're going over listeners' heads or something of the sort, and no one's giving it a chance because it doesn't sound like it should be on the radio.

That said, the project called "The Collaboration", will be written from a strictly commercial viewpoint. Mainly to get a grasp on how to write a radio-esque record to more diverse music choices. Thanks to producer B. Lett, I've found the music...just have to write like I know how. Out.

In the cut

Written to "In the cut" by Wiz Khalifa

I'm in the cut like thongs in these ladies butt/
And I'm hella low key for those that don't know me
I don't smoke, my life got me high/
Only gazelles can keep up with my stride
Or my future ride, it depends on how you look at it/
It's an sea monster fishermen trying to throw hooks at it
Cuz the chicks that sit down jump in with wet suits/
And it doesn't help that it look sexy, so there is no excuse


Please hate on me...im starting out with nothing/
Then all the lying bitches gonna say "aint that sumthing"
He got the green rolled but it aint the leafy trees/
They not ones but the ones with the pic of Ulysses
What you want me for, you be a future gold digger/
I'm lame now but watch this money grow nigga
But what changed except for the change and the chains/
Entedres sprinkle the lines, oh now u know my name

So roll em up roll em up, the smell is so potent/
The shit is extra loud, but my style so soft spoken
Keep the energy up go head and take a puff/
Now pass, and watch her catch it like the first hit wasnt enough
Cross pollenated you almost hitting clouds/
I just sit there observing looking at all the silly smiles
Now all the average chicks to a picture then strike a pose/
I didn't think my music would have them high as dope

Revenge

Written to "I still love you" prod. by bigboytrakz

The best of riddance, who am I kidding/
My last was on that bullshit the Mj to my Pippen
New girls calling but I'm not sure if I'm over it/
And now I'm pissed cause sprint got me paying overages
I'm lifting myself up with these propellers/
I may be good at everything, you spending too much time being jealous
It's sad when my enemies treating my better/
Been like a month since we've even seen each other
I know I'm crazy but the other girls aint complaining/
I'll throw money out the plane, them ants think it's hurricaining
And it when it rains it pours,
Just ask the girl who stays on all fours
I don't mess with them.
I like to wake up not being ashamed of anythinng, I might have said/
The night before, like if I called your best friend a whore
I stand by it no apologies/
Even thinking I'm into her is insult to me


I'm starting to feel like hitch in this realm of college/
Girl treat me like shit, and I'm still free falling
How about this, I'mma build myself wings/
And if a girl want me she gotta be fly and do the same thing
And if she cants..then she's SOL/
Shit out of luck for those that need me to translate as well
Now all the girls gone, and I need a replacement/
But I'm going to stay away from them and the drama I'm faced with
I'm tired of it, I used to enjoy the game of life/
But I'm about to win hopefully my prize aint a trophy wife
Because I need someone better/
That won't get up and leave when it comes to bad weather
But for now I lack the inspiration to be nice/
Chivalry is present but it's dead in my eyes
like these ladies that I used to chill with back in the day
Then some tiflin ones had the nerve to say

Dreaming

Written to "Dreaming" prod. by Zone beatz

Always in a state, that I can't wake up out of/
And with all that I've given away, I haven't received the same love
Pinch me...cuz I don't think this fairy tale can get any better/
Or just shoot me hollow tipped 40 with a baretta
I already can't feel what's expected of me/
So I hurt myself to the point where my heart is bloodied
And broken...then I seclude emotions to the deepest part of this ocean, and always I'm hoping
That one day a girl will walk into my line of sight/
And at that moment I know everythings going to be alright
There My music has been ushered into another life/
Of heavenly status, because I feel like I'm going to lose this dog fight
I've been working everyday and every night/
So when people say they got it worse, I say I bet you're right
There's no point arguing since they don't know the truth/
That on certain days I'd cry myself to sleep becuz I had no food
I let em think they've won/
I was labeled as a villain, it's about time I show them one
Only a heroine, with the power to heal scars/
Will accept for me for the real way I are
I can't think of a more terrible life with terrific prospects/
To get back to feeling like I'm living in the projects
Only change is the setting/
And if you excuse the violence that's the only thing different
I think I pay a price every time I rise in the morning/
Everytime I open up my eyes I realize
That's it's another day of this and I sigh. I just sigh
This is a constant nightmare and I can never say goodbye.
To the ghost that reside there, the skeletons in my closet/
I imagine killing myself everyday I'm in this college
But it never happens, there's no suicide in this dreamworld/
Then way can't I be happy and finally meet this dream girl

Dreamville (excerpt)

Written to "Dream On" prod. by Lexi Banks

I'm still out of it, it's likely I'm dreaming/
Hopefully it's a wet one, but not the kind that you thinking
The one that have throw dollars in club without blinking/
Model caliber women talking about how the rooms spinning
And this is just the beginning, we already know the ending/
We grind like we behind but we know that we winning
Momma praying for us cuz she know somewhere we sinning/
And we don't give a fuck, we wake up just grinning

I miss yo love

Written to "I miss yo love" produced by B-Mod

I think I miss her, even though she did me hella wrong/
If you looking for a party joint, I suggest you change this song

I still think about her, we were so young and in love/
Still debating why the flames were used to blow ourselves up

Had a new girl right after, it only took me like a couple of days/
She fit me better, and she wasn't in that depression stage

But I can say it wouldn't have worked between me and the one I lost/
Fate didn't think it was meant to be...we both took the loss

Win-win situation is a figment of imagination/
Maybe she wouldn't hate me so much if I had showed a little patience

I pray to God above that she's doing better without me/
And she found someone that gives her a better surrounding

I aint got no love for her, but I kinda wish I did/
At the same time I don't cuz my new girl is the shit.

Black Shiny Suit Theory

It's kinda funny to me, because my dudes know that I write for me and that almost every line is a metaphor of some kind. But I think that a lot of things I put down goes over peoples head. I actually wrote this song with one or two metaphors with every bar(intentionally). So if you read this and you don't get a metaphor with every other line, you read it wrong haha. Good luck.

written to "Shiny Suit Theory" by Jay Electronica

while they were out partying, the killers were up at work/

And if we take it over remember we tried to warn you first.

Matter of fact mark the date when work becomes heaven and school becomes the devil/

so you can see why I hate one and try to ascend to the highest level.\

I bet you wondering where my shiny suit is/

this web 2.0 atmosphere has me wearing new digs.

So this is my new school shiny suit, comprised of t-shirt and jeans/

the old school story of a kid from little means.

Drive like a ferrari on the road to success/

Thinking liking a rapper with something to get off his chest.

But he went a different a route and started a few businesses, no problem/

if there was one they come to him and pay him to solve them.

It's been a long journey and this baggage making me feel like the Pilgrim/

but this process has progressed me from the bridge into the building.

While I meet with congressmen affliates and multi-million dollar preneurs/

I think when I go home it's right back to the sewer.

They never knew it...

And they never will...it's only an obstacle of the present/

I think i'm blowing through it channeling the pigs essence.

Not the ones in blue but the ones where the wolf blew....

A problem? I think not/

Maybe for you that just watch...

A tv show but never read non-fiction/

or something without fantastical diction.

And sense time is money, why spend it making someone else rich/

I'd rather read something thought provoking that'll have me scratching like my skull itch.

Get it? good, I'm tired of spelling out lyrics/

dumbing it down for the public so that they can enjoy the physics...

Of how i piece it all together more complex than string theory/

even dudes I know well try to listen but they don't hear me.

Yet they still try/

honestly the i can see I lost when I look into their eyes.

But it's fun to watch them try to visualize how I see...the way I see.../

It's like trying to watch scientists figure out why aliens don't bleed the way they bleed.

They bleed blue until hits oxygen after which it turns red/

I think and bleed in dollar signs, I wish you could peer inside my head.

All you would see is a printing press, a couple of world markets/

Currency exchanges, and some hustlers selling carpets.

The N.Y.S.E and commodities all around it/

we still talking about my brain right, the metaphor's astounding.

Now you know what goes on in my head, partially why I avoid going to bed/

There's an entire economy up there, and I'm guessing I'm the fed.

The only difference is that GM's dead, capitalism killed it/

And it's a dictatorship, democracy's to inefficient.