DARKWAVE

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"He who fights Monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a Monster; and if you gaze long into The Abyss, The Abyss gazes also into you..."

Notebook now presents to you his third full-length album, "DARKWAVE."

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released January 1, 2016

All production, engineering, songwriting, and recording done by Notebook. Artwork by the one and only Danny Void (www.dannyvoid.com).

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Notebook. Clayton, New Jersey

With a niche for bridging the gaps between unusual elements among the music-spectrum, it's undeniable that Notebook is providing one of the most unique listening-experiences yet. Notebook. is pioneering a sound that is as much Universal as it is Abstract; carving out his space in a wide array of genres at once. Tune in and catch the wave. ... more

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Track Name: Baphomet (Produced by Notebook)
Looked him in the face and screamed. Stood with this disdained demeanor.
Took my fist and raised it. Couldn't be shook again and take a breather.
Emptied my head, swinging to erase his facial features.
'cause frankly, there's no other way to slay.
The weaker one tastes the pavement; the stronger walks away with a smile.
Today is the day that denial won't make me lay on the tiles.
Band-aids on the side of my frame as I dial for help.
Maybe it's time to channel this hate and defilement...
and let all this mania pile in,
so I can finally be violent. I'm tired of being the quiet kid.
There's static inside that I fight against. I'm a God with the Mind of a Nihilist.
I'll abandon my morals to bury you. What's the matter? You're scared now?
Threw care out. I'm aware how easy it is let your hair down.
Put a middle finger up and destroy anything in my way.
Shall we mingle and play? I feel this tingling rage.
The story's just beginning; don't you crinkle the page.
Yeah, the Dance with the Prince of Darkness has no single delay
It don't stop.

You know. I know.
There's no need to explain.
I'll go so far below,
and sink into the flames
It builds me up anyway.

Somehow the Devil is a Friend.
and I won't let you down again. No, no, no... (x2)

Top tier, so I dropped fear and stopped being weary and not clear
Pop beer-cans open when I'm near like Steve Austin. I'm with Raw with it...
Stop there if you're thinking that it's not weird how I got here.
Talk isn't so cheap as an artist when you're beyond sick. Take caution.
All I did was start digging in my heart,
picking at the stitching that the Doc geared me up with...
like a soldier ready for warfare, to see what's been stuck in it.
Got years of experience, but merely kissed the surface.
Ain't seen all of it, but I SAW like that horror-flick.
It forced me to swarm this pit. Caught a glimpse...
Taking mugshots in their cross-hairs. Blood-spots got 'em all scared.
I just jot 'til my palm tears. Everything that I've got pours out...
Cup dropped and shards spread across the floor.
Going deep and farther than ya'll dare.
Hard stares and claws barely are enough to keep me off this street, walking.
Street-smarts won't save you in these parts, kid. Begone and dream on.
This was never for the weak-hearted. They say it's better to be meek,
But, I meddle with the Devils and the Beasts.
A Creep like Radiohead to you geeks.
How it goes...

Aw yeah, that's how it goes...
For Real.
I see right through the walls
These eyes are too evolved
Nothing to prove to ya'll
I guess my duty's all done. (x2)

You know. I know.
There's no need to explain.
I'll go so far below,
and sink into the flames
It builds me up anyway.

Somehow the Devil is a Friend.
and I won't let you down again. No, no, no... (x2)
Track Name: Candy Darling (Produced by Notebook)
They can't make magic like us.

Can I peek inside your frame
and see the the colors that you claim?
My eyes haven't seen a thing until I saw you.
I think I need some kind of change of view,
or hue. It seems too new.
So amazing. What your name is...
doesn't matter as long as I can take you home.
And they say Home is where the Heart Is.
And there's no HeArt without the Art.

Let's depart.
Pick apart all the flaws from the start.
I'll put you on display like a painting on the wall (x2)

Aw man. We've got plans, yeah.
By the looks of this romance,
they'll be wishing that we crash;
but, truly, we're everlasting.

I guess I'm Warhol, and you're my Candy Darling.
I'd love to see you every morning.
We make it seem so easy
No way that you could leave me
And I'll be here as long as you are.
You are The One.

Who would've known that it was all for you?
Falling too quick, but it's as if we've been caught into this spiderweb that taught us to...
be far apart for long, but not discarded.
Losing me was not an option. I became the perfect part of you
You became the perfect part of me. But, it was destined at the start.
Us two and nobody else. Thank God I've got the proof...
that what I do will solve the wounds. What you do has got me through...
every thing that should've stripped me down to my molecules.
I can finally put a face to my amore.
I've been searching through this place so blind, unsure .
Now you've opened my eyes some more. You're mine, I'm yours.
Intertwined, of course. My life was poor, but you made it gold
Priceless like the finest piece designed, yet every day I'm sold.

Pick apart all the flaws from the start
I'll put you on display like a painting on the wall
Aw man. We've got plans, yeah.
By the looks of this romance,
they'll be wishing that we crash;
but, truly, we're everlasting.

I guess I'm Warhol, and you're my Candy Darling.
I'd love to see you every morning.
We make it seem so easy
No way that you could leave me
And I'll be here as long as you are,
you are. You are The One.
Track Name: S.Q.U.A.D (Produced by Notebook)
This is for my S.Q.U.A.D... (Stay Quietly Ubiquitous All Day.)

uncharted. we run lawless, and stunt hard. It's bombarding,
to the point that they're cathartic. don't be surprised if we come flossin'.
Might as well be the warden in charge of all the cell-mates
but, I've got nostalgia for swell days. barred for jumpin' Hell's gates,
and sinning on the greener grass. I've been living like I'm Peter Pan
fantasies of tripping' with the team and that's...
exactly what we do in the street every week, and I mean it, man.
The demeanor stays mean. Come and see it when you see us, fam.
You could be a fan.
We're the Lions that lead the pack.
If you ain't a Rager, then you need to get your steeze in tact.
It's the way it goes. No, it ain't a joke.
I can play the role (roll) like I came to bowl.
Still in our own lane, fo'sho.
Tell me who can really break the mold besides us.
No one, so get behind us.
Got the crown still hanging from the side of,
my head, like a fitted cap, but brighter.
Time to get fucking lit like a lighter.
All I want to do is make it light up,
then dim it down when it hurts our eyes some.
we roam when the sky is blinded;
and the clean-cut folk know to stay inside if we're riding.
Ill-minded. Mike and A-Styles. Going in with me 'cause we gotta'.
New Age Rockstars that ain't stoppin'...


Would you rather be chill or keep it real?
Keep it real. Can you feel it?
It's been a long, long night.
Going hard from the dawn to the Sunrise.
It's family ties.
Just me and my squad.
Just me and my squad.
Just me and my squad.
Me and my Squad.

All love for the ones who've been with me.
Didn't act low-down, dirty, and shifty.
I guess I had to learn who was risky,
to keep around for the journey and get free.
Had to tighten up the circle and then see,
if foes that were friends started turning against me.
Were you who you said you were the whole time?
Or were you cubic zirconia in a goldmine?
Living a life so priceless.
Still, you would need to pay a mill to get a feel of it, I bet.
But, not many put the work in to vibe with my set.
I'm a narcissist. I'm a foster-kid. I'm an orphan that went ahead and fathered himself,
and all it did, is all it did. It's apparent I'm a parent with a lot of sense.
Pennies in the jars. I'm saving 'em up quick.
One day, I promise it'll pay for the rent without a damn thing spent.
Some things are priceless, but they make up for the debt.
Yes. But, they make you suppress. Don't do the things that you pray to express.
Stuff it all down 'til you're breaking a sweat,
with a face of regret like you're waiting for death...
A shot to the heart and you're too late; Bon Jovi.
God told me they'd try to throw darts, and formulate some damn plots on me.
But, I'm not lonely...
Only us. God-Body; we don't look up.
Know Yourself and just smoke it up.
That's the motto and code we trust.
Yeah.

Would you rather be chill or keep it real?
Keep it real. Can't you feel it?
It's been a long, long night.
Going hard from the dawn to the Sunrise.
It's family ties.
Just me and my squad.
Just me and my squad.
Just me and my squad.
Me and my Squad.
Track Name: Woodstock (Produced by Notebook)
You may not need me, but you want me. It's way too easy and it's funny,
how my sleezy and disgusting ways of being doesn't come cheap.
Took a long while to get my fingers fucking muddy.
Dirty, but my tendency to be this ugly-duckling,
is the reason why they hunt me down and treat me like I'm nothing.
Speaking from my gut be like Mike Jack's "Beat It," but I'm nutty.
Tough skin for the creepers; man, it's Sunny in Hell.
Look around me and see the hate, but I love to prevail.
I Train for this too much to Derail.
On track; yeah, they can hear it coming; I sail.
Got it on Lockdown. Need money for bail.
That's right. Grind like I'm ridin' on a half-pipe
Sayanara, man. FLIGHT taking off, and last night...
I realized they despise it for a past time.
It's a hobby for somebody wishing for that shine that you got...

but it's all good
but, but, but it's all good
oh, don't you worry; 'cause it's all good...
alright, alright now.
but it's all good
but, but, but it's all good
oh, don't you worry; 'cause it's all good...
alright, alright.

Who're you to judge me? Shooters pullin' guns.
Premeditating, celebrating my death.
Medicating life's stress, I guess confuses you. It's funny.
Moving how I choose through this sewer full of dummies.
Ridin' with my lady and my crew through the slums.
Treat us like royalty. Circle stays small. Nothing new, I do it bluntly.
Keep a dutchie rolled and a couple drugs tucked here and there just because, see...
No explanation. Don't ever say shit.
That's the way a rebel stays fit.
Heaven's waiting, but this city full of Gods and Monsters' never vacant.
I love it the more I get acquainted.
Lana Del Ray could take the blame for the way this,
lifestyle's pulling me deeper than a wave can,
but I surf. They told me not to go this way.
I never learn. So, fuck what you've done heard.
Word.

but it's all good
but, but, but it's all good
oh, don't you worry; 'cause it's all good...
alright, alright now.
but it's all good
but, but, but it's all good
oh, don't you worry; 'cause it's all good...
alright, alright.
Track Name: The Void II (Produced by Notebook)
Come in and enter me. You're such a mystery.
Poor, old little me swore you were an enemy.
Craving all those gentle things they all want.
But, the Black Swan and the Raven are my loves...
Perched on my window sill. The only ones who've been so real.

Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you

Where I'm glad to be...
So happily.
It's quite fine.
just like Wine...
Drink it all down.

Come in and enter me. You're such a mystery.
Poor, old little me swore you were an enemy.
Craving all those gentle things they all want.
But, the Black Swan and the Raven are my loves...
sitting on my shoulder, and they whisper in my ear;
telling me it's easy to be a sinner than it appears.

Who else was there?
I felt your stare. Kept my mouth closed.
Said not to tell a soul.
And I abided. But, this time, the truth is out.
I feel so ruthless now. I feel like you right now.
I'm becoming what I said I wouldn't be.
Pupils wide enough to view just what I couldn't see.
I run from you. You look for me.
You could be me.
Yeah, you could be me.

Where I'm glad to be...
So happily.
It's quite fine.
just like Wine...
Drink it all down.


I would save myself, but I let go of my own hand,
when I'm so hopeless and holding on with the slightest clamp.
Growing unknown, bats flapping wings in my diaphragm.
Faith prevails, they say; but this travesty gives the tightest cramps.
If I contract anymore, these birds'll die entrapped,
inside this diorama that just might collapse...
Palms together for a prayer that we lie in tact;
in this ocean where the inside is Black...

The Void.
Track Name: Draculea (Produced by Notebook)
Deep beneath this Town
Seeking my needs. Sinking my teeth...
Burning Desire.

I dig deep like it's six-feet for that wooden-coffin. Bystanders lookin' cautious,
pushing hard. I'm running; bookin' like you would for artists.
I Manage to Perform miracles. Keep my circle 'round; Spherical.
Peace and Love ain't so spiritual when they come swingin' spears at you.
Far from a glutton, 'cause I can't stomach it. Cheering you on just to get close...
Take your blood with no fear of doing it -
like a Doctor with a needle for the check-up
I see it all. The bittersweet is gonna' catch ya'.
No secrets. I've been looking for a reason for this demon to collect a..
few of ya'll. Still vampin', letting you know this ain't new at all.
Give me, give me every drip. I'll sip 'til I'm losing consciousness.
Red Wine Drink fillin' me from my enemies tempting me.
Didn't think I'd be this gruesome? I grew some balls, I guess.
You've got the heart, and I'll consume it 'cause I'm on a quest.

It's the Beast Inside that gives me Peace of Mind.
Really wish I didn't mean it, but it'd be a lie. (x3)
They tell me all I need is light;
but, in the Shadow, I feel at home.
Why do I feel alone?

Battlin' different levels of right-and-wrong
When daylight is gone, and the night is long...
is it a crime when all I do is follow through with things you're frightened of
with the lightest touch? Or the Midas? I think not,
but it's like a hunch I've got; to go against the grain, though it's slightly rough.
By the skin on my teeth, I manage to graze by enough.
Strike a pose with the prose, and the body language I construct.
Makes them so uncomfortable, but I find it fun.
Haven't found the point of hiding out behind the Sun.
Step into my sanctum and you'll get the sight of what?
Ultraviolet & Ultraviolence. Dull and vibrant.
This Twilight Zone isn't for the Edward Cullen type;
it's Draculea. I think that I was born a tyrant...
Never meant for Death to be the result of my kiss,
but it's fortifying. I glorify it.

Deep beneath this Town
Seeking my needs. Sinking my teeth...
Burning Desire.
Track Name: Witchcraft (Produced by Notebook)
Here we are.
Once again, the thrill is gone.
Wondering when he'll depart.
Maybe there's a different plan
Still, he stands...

I was born dead in a morgue. Drenched in my own vital fluid
Asking, "Mother, why'd you do it?" The price I'm due to pay is torment...
I'd rather forfeit before conforming to these long nights,
of spewin' my rage, spite and doom.
Gettin' hit by the short-end of the stick all of the time.
Beauty's lost in the eye when it's dark and you're blind...
It often can bind to you like a cobra. No one can tarnish or pry it off.
Is it my fault? Is it mine?
I must've been designed to want to depart from this life...
I need to form a plan to rip apart what has tied me here;
find the nearest exit before the movie's done.
Then, rev the engine up and dip;
find another cinema to pick. It's got me quite sinister.
the wick's been lit since I was kicking in the womb,
fighting not to make me enter this abyss...

Fight Fire with Magick,
Though, they burn witches.
They burn witches.
The hour is ripe. It's perfect.
Not enough minutes on the clock to be nervous.
Burn bridges.
You want to reach me? You gotta' walk through the Fire.
Better learn...
Isn't it so funny?
Isn't it so funny?

Karma's getting close.
The Dawn will be Gold. (x2)

Devil's Advocate. I guess I'll have to get my facts in line.
Battlin' savages. Settle traction with a fractured spine.
Adamant towards the wars I'm dragged in, to detract the Swine.
Piggybacking'll end tragic, 'cause I don't hesitate.
This Rebel revels in death and hate.
Penetrating spaces that you'd never think to step.
Elated is how I feel when they test their fate, and then excavate.
Slipped back in my Nemesis-state. It is my Genesis...
Sega couldn't mess with him. Great. Impregnable stakes at hand...
Couldn't make the cut with the deadliest stainless steel blades.
And that's real.
And I stand upon this Word.
Hands up like it's Ferguson. My weapon might just burst.
And anyone close is getting hit.
Non-discriminant when it comes to raising positionin'.

Now, I see..
why they have it out for me.
They know just what I've got in me.
Knowing what.
But, you can't do nothing now.
Catch me if you can. (x2)

The power's in the shadows,
where insanity and chaos enshrouds me in its black smoke.
Inhale for the first time and refuse to choke;
consuming no less than is given and presume to soak...
in all the glory before me and renew my oath.
to refrain from losing this part of who I know,
myself to be. I won't die helplessly, but quite SELFishly.
Yeah. I see the hidden complexities in mundanity.
No wonder they don't want to play with me.
They'd rather play-for-keeps; but I said from the beginning...
I'll die a million times and resurrect just like I'm Kenny.
Not kidding. I've got plenty of life in me.
The Horned-Angel's getting violent,
'cause triumph is seeping in the airwaves today.
and there's no fair way to play...

Fight Fire with Magick,
Though, they burn witches.
They burn witches.
The hour is ripe. It's perfect.
Not enough minutes on the clock to be nervous.
Burn bridges.
You want to reach me? You gotta' walk through the Fire.
Better learn...
Isn't it so funny?
Isn't it so funny?

Karma's getting close.
The Dawn will be Gold. (x2)
Track Name: Masquerade (Produced by Notebook)
the angels told me to grin and bare it.
it's apparent that I'm sick and tearing and my shins are wearing out.
Running so much. Incoherent speech.
Preaching when I'm in despair. I'm a hypocrite that reaches,
deep into the abyss that stares me in the face daily.
Hail me as a bag of bones that hasn't honed thick skin.
I perish a little more when I'm feeling daring,
and slaughter my instincts to be Holy. It isn't fair to be controlled.
What's holding me is the merits shown to me when I barely needed the guidance...
I can see the science in your religion, carefully woven...
to get us scared to flip the script and kick the chair where the rope sits.
Felt the pressure in my glare as I wrote this.
But, I'm aware it's better to sin than stare & be hopeless.
Both fists clenched to my horns.
I resent. Won't conform. No.

Eyes closed. I don't listen.
Deaf and blind to all your lies.
It's been too long in this prison.
I refuse to go six-feet-deep in this disguise.

It's a masquerade; better yet, a mad parade.
Everybody's crazy, pretending the path is made.
All I want to do is Soar (sore), and I haven't Ached...
this bad since I was a little kid; couldn't have my way,
but, in due time, I always did.
Causing ruckus 'til I got my heart's content,
and right now, I'm yelling out with disrespect to all convention;
all the fiction. Getting rough. I'm starting friction.
Ya'll can witness every move while you're stalling, sittin'.
I ain't here to make bonds or friends. I'm on a mission,
to know why the caged-bird sings,
so I can recite the songs for the children.
I am not a Satanist and I am not a Christian.
Cannot be explained, and it's a lot of contradiction.
I am the embodiment of everything you love,
and everything you hate, and I promise not to fix it.

Eyes closed. I don't listen.
Deaf and blind to all your lies.
It's been too long in this prison.
I refuse to go six-feet-deep in this disguise.
Track Name: Renaissance (Produced by Notebook)
Uh...

I'm a Legend and it's just gotten started.
I'm departin' not at all, 'cause they praise me like a God.
It's shock-and-awe. So, I'm keeping 'em docile...
Falling? Knock it off. I'm way up.
Don't care about your pay-cuts. All that shit is make-up;
and money ain't a thing if you don't run shit like a King.
Lata'. Keeping no relation when I'm gone like a break-up.
Writing my name across everything. Nothing I will trade ya'.

In my World. You're in my World.
It's all I can say. Hey... (I'm all out of words.)
In my World. You're in my World.
I know that it's strange.
Embrace it.

Yeah, I am The One.
And you know what's up.
I am unplugged. Join me on this side. (x2)

There's no one that can turn me to a slave again.
Won't make amends. I'm ragin' 'til they praying and saying I'm needin' savin',
but, really, I'm okay. Energy up; I'm anxious,
and claiming all that is mine in the face of evil and hatred.
Looking back like, "Motherfucker, get off me."
I don't know what you thought, coming with all this...
nonsense-talking while I'm flossing. Damn. So cold, I'm looking frosty...

In my World. You're in my World.
It's all I can say. Hey... (I'm all out of words.)
In my World. You're in my World.
I know that it's strange.
Embrace it.

Yeah, I am The One.
And you know what's up.
I am unplugged. Join me on this side. (x2)

No Lords. No Laws.
So Raw. Go Farther,
then you ought to. New World Order. (x2)

And you know what's up.
And you know the deal.
Aw yeah. (x2)

Highly-accredited, not like celebrities.
More like mythology. Goddesses next to me.
Top of the charts? They're mockin' my recipe.
Playing old games like Atari. Remember these words.
Put them in the Bible. Prophetic dreams.
You'll see the truth in hindsight with my legacy
Hit 'em from the blindside, 'cause they never see.
Until then, I'm celebrating over jealousy.

In my World. You're in my World.
It's all I can say. Hey... (I'm all out of words.)
In my World. You're in my World.
I know that it's strange.
Embrace it.

Yeah, I am The One.
And you know what's up.
I am unplugged. Join me on this side. (x2)
Track Name: Twin Flame (Produced by Notebook)
Why did it happen this way?
Wasn't here for no, no games.
Man, this is so crazy...
Yeah, this is so crazy...

She's my LSD. My ecstasy.
The very Queen that makes me ponder wedding rings, setting Suns,
empathy, and connection. She's the reason why I get to breathe.
I live for you.
It doesn't make sense, but we don't need to understand it.
Inevitably, it's meant to be this way.
Let's spread our wings and play at Heaven's swinging gates.
There's no one else I see suitable next to me.
I lose my cool endlessly when we're apart.
Fearing all the scenarios I'm letting creep throughout my head;
It eats at me so bad. My steelo's rad usually,
but right now, I truly seem so sad.
Send me a surgeon or something to sow my weak soul back.
The only way I'll be whole's after you quit the game and come,
to your senses and let down all your defenses.
I'm not here to hurt you, and I'm not tryna' save you,
'cause I know that you are perfect as you are.
You're perfect as you are.

Girl, There's no need to... (Rock the Boat)
I made a deal and said I wouldn't... (Rock the Boat)
We'll Sail Off so clean and won't... (Rock the Boat)
But, if we do, we can Swim Good.
No matter what, know that it's good.

I still see you as everything that I want and more
I'd disregard my greatest dreams and just resort to running forth,
to the point I might collapse in front of your door;
for the sake of proving that my passion's what we formed,
before the sudden disintegration. Something conflicted, and I'm trippin', anxious.
Twisted like a Figure 8. I'm breaking.
Am I chasing something fake because I'm never patient?
Will you return to me and have a celebration,
over a shot or two or three until we're very shaded?
I'm not the one to beg, but I need ventilation.
I've got to air this out, 'cause lately, I've been staring down;
stuck in a rut and careless 'cause you're all I care about.
Never believed in being completed,
and I know there's no other to repeat it with.
I'm pleadin' on my knees like it's She that's gripping a 9-millimeter,
screaming to say it like I mean it, when I do...

Girl, There's no need to... (Rock the Boat)
I made a deal and said I wouldn't... (Rock the Boat)
We'll Sail Off so clean and won't... (Rock the Boat)
But, if we do, we can Swim Good.
No matter what, know that it's good.

No matter what, know that it's good.
Track Name: Illusions of Grandeur (Produced by Notebook)
Addicted to Illusions...

You were such a lie that I believed in.
I'm another victim to your treason.
To this day, I'm looking for a reason;
but these fingertips are empty
and yours are full with plenty.
Can I borrow one?
I hate the lack of knowing why
You're high on your supply.
I need to sit and close my eyes,
and slowly die to what we were.

'Cause what we were,
is nothing worse
than what we are.
This is far too hard.
This is far too hard...
I'd rather keep the facade
The truth is not what I want.
I want you in my arms.
I'm far too lost without you.
Oh my god...

I'd kneel to the cross to have you back
to heal what I thought just had to last
Steal what I lost and snatch it,
that's real, from a heart so cracked like glass.
Feels like I'm caught in an Avalanche
Killing me harder than crashing,
head-on with a car in a traffic jam.
I want you to understand the facts.

You were such a lie that I believed in
I'm another victim to your treason
To this day, I'm looking for a reason
But, these fingertips are empty
and yours are full with plenty
Can I borrow one?
I hate the lack of knowing why.
You're high on your supply.
I need to sit and close my eyes
and slowly die to what we were.

'Cause what we were,
is nothing worse
than what we are.
This is far too hard.
This is far too hard...
I'd rather keep the facade
The truth is not what I want.
I want you in my arms.
I'm far too lost without you.
Oh my god...
Track Name: DARKWAVE (Produced by Notebook)
(Intro)

Way too focused to have a toast with you.
Noticing all the nonsense in my peripheral.
Knowing who's really about their motives. Conscious of all the principles.
Prone to be a Loner. Surrounded by tons of phonies...
Full of shit and I can see it. Matter of fact, I smell it.
Throwing shots, but it's feelin' like their gats are packed with pellets.
You can barely break skin. It's sad that I act this selfish.
I've just been ready to get it cracking like I'm eatin' shellfish.
Well-wishin' for thinking you'd ever leave me helpless.
In Hell's Kitchen whippin' my wrist...
I keep the oven pre-heated. Elicit jealousy from anonymous names;
faces that go forgotten because they're not in the frame.
Photobombin' you lames every time I drop. It's insane.
Standing in front of you. Ain't like they'd recognize you in plain-sight anyway...
And I promise it's all in vain .
Preying on your Downfall as I'm begging God for my Reign [Rain]

There's no falling down.
Who can stop me now?
Way above these clouds.
I see it all. Oh, I can see it all. (x2)

I'm in a game of hit-or-miss where there isn't any losses,
taking risk without heedin' caution...
Try to get it. I spot-up as quick as Stephon,
and then Swish every time that I Spit like I'm Garglin'. Bitch, I want all of it.
Clip in the cartridge and then you're a goner as quick as you walked in this...
Looking like a window-shopper the way you Scoped out what I had in store,
but left empty pocketed. Don't you Floss again.
That's my job and I'm always on it.
You can get served All Day and All Night like Mcdonalds.
The kid's a problem.
I've got 'em right where I want them. Hang 'em sideways and then gut 'em.
My way or the highway, and I like playing this rugged.
Coming completely disgusting and nasty. It's such a sad scene...
I'm the last one alive with no one to match me.
Standing all alone in my black jeans, jagged-edged knife, mouth bleeding...
The Town's Beacon of savviness when it comes to the Crown.
Read it and weep when it's finished. Call me Evil and Wicked,
or the Greatest thing to drag its feet through these trenches
'cause either will fit him.

There's no falling down.
Who can stop me now?
Way above these clouds.
I see it all. Oh, I can see it all. (x2)

It's all on me.
I'm not what you think.
When will you believe?

I'm like the Baphomet creepin' through Nazareth.
Up to now, it's only been practice, and this is where the wrath begins.
I am passionate. Anti-Christ with a staff to split any faction standing in opposition 'til the battle ends...

It's all on me.
It's all on me...