Mic Familiar:
Taken as well as I have dished it out
Been on the pitcher’s mound
Taken some L’s
I have been selfish and been disavowed
Like I’m the bell witch
Have sold each pitch an ego swelled Enough to call it eldritch
The well’s been fished
Each cell has shifted in my heart
The L’s lit
Pushing the pedal to the metal
Til these bars are welded
So those that seem so far apart have felt it
Sold out my principles to counterparts and often smelled shit
Riddled with darts my shell’s hit
Step out the doors with armor
My karma coma’s calmer
Set to decode and conquer
Concur the codes and ponder
I give each measure these notes
Hoping the entropy slopes
Moments engender each scope
Omens resemble these tropes
I’m near the end of this rope
haven’t surrendered but coped
Put out these embers see smoke
That even tempers
Will you remember me
For past events and render see
Or show up in assembly
So you can say my entity’s dope
If you’re a friend to me I care less how you pencil me
Cuz my identity was shapeless when it entered me
Behold this centerpiece
With dopeness, I present the steeze
I’ll flow up to the nth degree

Kizuato:
Kill the old me for a profit
Fuck god fuck christ I'm a young prophet
All these moments go by in a flash
Gott dash
Cannot stand by 'cause trees don't grow cash ay
Woke up with marijuana in my lungs
Motherfuckers really gotta watch they tongue
On the run on the run on the run
Got a bullet in the chamber of my gun
You can catch me where you cannot find the sun
I'm with my sons
Yea we trynna have some fun
But we broke so we gotta catch some funds
Next victim running up we on a hunt
I don't cap I don't front
That's not in my DNA
People hate I need a break
All these losers in my face
Whatchu say?
What's with the tone?
I just wanna go home
Got nice cologne
I'm in my zone
bitches love that I'm cold...