Odin

[G Rider]
12 and J with the top down
Flossing, heart locking through your town
Riding South, pass another house
G's on repeat, you know what I'm about
My flow keeps evolving, my world keeps revolving
My Sun keeps shining, my problem keeps solving
Bammer weed can do nothing for you
J streets lit up and I am too
Rolling in the drop top, you know wanna stare
At this tacked young rider, dreadlocks in my hair
The flag is the symbol of a new ritual
Humble in the jungle of the habitual
19th and Q, what you wanna do?
Since I'm G Rider, you know I blaze a few
I put it down for West Coast underground rap
And if you don't like it, bitch, step the fuck back
Flossing downtown, Freeport and Broadway
Now keep your voice down and listen what my dogs say

[Mxlplx]
In and out of situations like a lack of memory
In that lounge, patiently waiting to establish every dream
Dreamt about when I was taking time to witness everything
Forget about easy escaping, life will never let you be
Whether you're loving it or hating, it ain't shit but destiny
Decapitated to elevated, dickheaded to ESP
Really don't care how you take it but I use telepathy
Undress you til you're naked enough for me to see
Anything you might've shaded with hopes to stay free
Of the future you'll be faced with if you ever fuck with me
Time don't exist to be wasted, get few things luckily
Have to take time to pave this lonely road of struggling
Turn the dirt into pavement, tar is black and bubbling
Tradition is outdated, so far can't do shit but believe
Poison my body til I'm faded, open enough to receive
Lotta bullshit masqueraded on the one but I can see
Never been fooled by them facelifted blood clot bodies

[Swank Daddy]
(What's up to the homie Aaron Amoral? Captain Bueno, you know what it is - AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE!!!)

Picture your world in the palms of another man, grasping to your wheel cuz he's scared to move
Now I remind you that your heart is now a slave to love
So you stay blind without an ocean shore
Days come and go like a good drug leaving you with many doors and the angles for the insecure
Are the angles for the unaware? This road becomes a place for rest
Damn, I can smell that weed from here
This shit is way over there on a coffee table, and I'm in the kitchen; anyway, along with this rap
The Sun bears down and demands respect
My dashboard's full of cards and decks
They come alive like intellect, translate the way to round our necks
And now this road will lead to death
Nobody wants to take a stand, but they're more inclined to stretch
Keep one foot here and one hand there, then take your head smooth off your neck
But not before your last cigarette
Now all is calm after some good sex
And all is gone when there's nothing left
Your life runs in and out this crafty flesh
When I sting the snake, I taste his breath
But at night, we dream of a place that's special

At night, we dream of a place that's next... yeah
And at night, we dream of a place that spreads
Your life runs in and this crafty flesh

Please, be careful while you're crossing the street. The lights may never work