Thank you Queens Innocence lost, but I was lost in a sense so I let it go like breath, getting closer to death with every pull of this cigarette living in the moment I hold in my fingers with rings of lingering smoke, the ember the gemstone then flicking it, watching sparks fly like flying through starry sky high as Andromeda but I never left though I represent my borough though I'm no-one special I'm just spitting flows through lips wet with Hennessy X and Os Heh It's a rebel that's in those retro soles Exoskeleton so fresh, to my death, composed Ready to go in for whatever I'm getting low and getting focused on getting doe Get to know me, I'll let you know Sipping Coronas, blowing weed: only diplomacy I seen between me and all of these shorties who were quick to grow up Throw up a middle finger, hold your nuts, don't give no fucks Go and hold your own til the moment you don't get up Hold the line Fight til it's over, alright? You a soldier, you know what it's like and if we going to die then We gon' show them we so alive for this moment I told them "No, we won't be going nowhere quietly, nahh" Society, it lied to me since the beginning So why should I accept anything less than rewriting the ending? I'll die to defend our rights til my light is extinguished Gripping a mic, spitting, I get busy with mine, listen Give me a minute or three, I'll give you infinity/infiniti Driven by envisioning life as it is differently Forgive me my flaws, I'm a walking contradiction But I give you my all, give you my heart, my thoughts, and convictions With balled fists hitting the wall, pissed off Shit Hit them with everything that I got til they fall Follow through with body and soul Embody the thoughts of everybody I know so the flow outta control Against the process of softening blows, I sharpened my hopes but How do I cope? Shit God only knows Yo, I'm just an artist, a poet, a soldier sitting low in the park all alone as my bogie glow in the dark like...

Good evening Queens This Time Deluxe Budah 01 I'm eons beyond me I be on my B.I. with barbed wire bleeding each heartbeat Bishmillah il rahman il raheem see me lost deep in thought, not that it means that I'm deep naw I don't need nobody to sign me when it's my people behind me cus me I designed me See, I'm scheming on palm trees on beaches with dreams of seeing stars similar to sparks when I'm flicking a C.I. I be on my shit when I dip it means "See y'all" Probably I'll be breathing in neon green with a diva Steaming it in the shisha NYC was yeshiva Shiva sitting shiva when I D-I-E Mirame mi amor I'll be trying to flip a Metrocard into a Diamante or Nissan Please At least I'm being honest on these songs like, "Do the gypsies read the callouses that be on these palms?" I scream "Good evening Queens May you find some peace" I scream "Good evening Queens May you find some rest" I'm an emcee put the beat on I feed off of it I covet it I fucking love this shit biatch My art is graffiti that Nefertiti saw It's cosmic, I mean by my being from Queens, New York Yahmean? I don't want to be on TV but I'm speaking for the little kids that's screaming being beat with the TV on I see y'all with eyes squeezed trying to be strong Keeping on keeping on albeit at high speeds like a meteor streaking by, let the sky bleed while the city night's pretty eyes crying sire-ens In between these lullabies, it's easy to find me even if it's not quite as easy to define me I'm a beast on the M-I-C with pride, I'm kicking my feet up in these beat up Nikes but Y'all don't got to like me cus I don't like me Likely kid you just like me shit I scream "Good evening Queens May you find some peace" I scream "Good evening Queens May you find some rest" I want to see y'all rather than be blinded by cameras flashing through eyelashes like shafts of light through the treetops The beat drop and I'm free-falling You want it off the top? I leap off My stream of conscious a stormy sea Living my dreams Y'all eavesdropping on me talking to me as I sleep walk funny but I be boppin Before a recording artist mixing with women tipsy off my bars and Chianti sangria, I'm a griot So you could keep the Louie V I'll be in Levi Jeans and She in the knee highs, she want me Hah Shorty you don't need the top could be on top and give me top and we could top it off with CPR, breathe Besides the persona, I'm deeply flawed mami, I mean I need Gs and to believe it's more to see than sweet chicks Sweet Swishers and nice suites Moms and pops with diabetes: y'all thinking life's sweet I scream "Good evening Queens May you find some peace" I scream "Good evening Queens May you find some rest" This Time Deluxe

This Time... Budah 01, This Time Deluxe The instrumental brought to you by Jay of VS Ent. Mixing and mastering done by Ford of The 4d Foundation Lets go I did it for my culture and I did it for my city I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches Am I wrong? If you with me, then listen to me, get ready Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history I did it for my culture and I did it for my city I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches Am I wrong? If you with me, then listen to me, get ready Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history Waking up to rain puddles in train tunnels like "Fuck it," the kid late as fuck but a motherfucker is on his way Stay humble 'cause i wait on a subway some on runways wait on a plane but the sun we stay under the same and I'm underrated cus I'm understated so saying that I'm the fucking greatest is an understatement My lungs are caves with paintings done by somethin ancient so it's visions I spit in the studio booth in the basement Hate and love is one and the same it come from your pain but I'm numb to you fake fucks what the fuck could I say? If I gave a fuck, the rubber would break my lover would shake the covers get stained plus I bust a nut in her face Dumb fucks like "Budah what the fuck is you sayin?" Nothin it wasn't for you motherfuckers stuck in one place This is for the lovers and the fighters drummers and the writers who summon lightning and thunder with something to say I did it for my culture and I did it for my city I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches Am I wrong? If you with me, then listen to me, get ready Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history I did it for my culture and I did it for my city I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches Am I wrong? If you with me, then listen to me, get ready Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history I don't mean to be controlling but each iota of every moment holdin a mic I own it Hoes like "Budah, why you closed off?" I'm like "I'm alright why dont you take ya clothes off?" Cheah Til I see the freedom in our closeness and we elope in Reno holding each other blindfolded I'm closin my eyes in the drivers seat behind the wheel that you holdin colliding at highspeeds our vehicle explodin and we die...? ...leave me alone Only riders and soldiers no phonies beside me on this ride It's only riight... ...I don't need no bia in casinos to blow on my dice The roll is still mine yo The chinito he no neophyte he more like Neo fightin the machine for the people 'cause he so fly with it Listen Time's still ticking Dime's still tricking Lives still ending Rhymes get written and tonight is only the beginning I did it for my culture and I did it for my city I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches Am I wrong? If you with me, then listen to me, get ready Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history I did it for my culture and I did it for my city I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches Am I wrong? If you with me, then listen to me, get ready Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history I did it for my culture and I did it for my city I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches Am I wrong? If you with me, then listen to me, get ready Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history I did it for my culture and I did it for my city I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches Am I wrong? If you with me, then listen to me, get ready Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history

Mic check Budah 01 This Time This Time...it'll be different Yo Yo Give me a breather indigo indica sativa as I'm flipping the script like ism in split Cohibas for chemo I spit it sick hospital bed leukemia "Doctor. acknowledge I'ma rock til my heart, it stop beating" With my middle finger flipped horizontal The kid from Queens living his dreams, drinking morir sonando The hottest artist to flow setting fire to cipher and drawing shadows outta charcoal Tomorrow's not promised so all I got is today On my way to the top, the elevator could drop like the rain However, I'll weather whatever the weather I'll never ever psshh I'm jus saying, naw I will not break Y'all don't gotta wait I'm not taking longer I'm dropping them songs for y'all to relate for Hip Hop It's not for the paper 'cause watching the game has been breaking my heart so the break is a spaceship let me escape to the stars in the... ...seat of the car FDR JFK to PR End up in Colombia then DR India on my mind India on my mind India on my mind India on my mind ...seat of the car FDR JFK to PR End up in Colombia then DR India on my mind India on my mind India on my mind India on my mind I lit up bags bags of the Cali Cali My breath the Valley of Death in an alley Hashish ash flicker like camera flash flicker, vanish in pictures The flow is my passion and the throne is Biggie's passenger seat Lyricism that of a typical tagged up street All city kings in all of they majesty To catch my train of thought from a platform you'd have to leap to understand exactly that's where you stand on a track with me Sunflower seeds Sour dies' and sapphire tears that drip on these kashmir sleeves Losing my grip on reality Detached asshole so I guess you could call that insanity I did it for bitches if you asking me It's political tipping a stripper until Kat Stacks is free The sag a nasty bastard have a chick panties leaking as she straddle me and leave me standing an ankle deep Calloused feet anchor me as I stand up for me like let an angry stampede trample me I rap for freedom but i ain't gon' rap for free 'cause I'm so captivating that I should demand a ransom fee Rather than graphic tees, I'm spitting game graphically like I'm aiming a Zapper at channel three Once I had a dream Ambitions of going from local cat to international emcee From branch to tree, avalanche to peak bound between being profound and speaking profanity The chain that hang on me it may be vanity but it match the one my mother has so y'all have to bare with me From branch to tree, avalanche to peak bound between being profound and speaking profanity The chain that hang on me it may be vanity but it match the one my mother has so y'all have to bare with me Budah 01 ...india on my mind, india on my mind, india on my mind, india on my mind, india on my mind yo

This is the Budah stepping through with the electrical hookah repping the future And you cannot lie You're in the presence of musicians spitting hot lines like digits for victims of domestic abusers Knew a chick, pregnant with bruises, getting hit by dude with schizofrenic delusions It's messed up but it's true she said that she love him Offended when I said it's stupid I'm bugging unless i step into her chancletas My shoes is like Miles' style - retro blues yet its foolish when a child get a few pennies hourly to produce em for cutie checking my fresh and losing the blouse It's definitely fresh what I do with the mouth "What you about 2 do?" You could move with foul dudes or sit in a crowded room with me surrounded by our crews but I'm a shallow dude and an asshole too so you can't be fooled when im askin you "How - how are you, love?" I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your - Look You feeling it right? The mic? I been killing it Dikes in spike heels? I been drilling them Right from the beginning of this shit i said I'm living my life so cry a river of ice for the kid 'cause I been chilling, bitch Eloquent with elegant tastes Inhaling the Philly like lemme blow the L in your face Tell them to get ready for my reign flesh melted away as it left skeletal frames setting umbrellas aflame I'm in the building like planes aimed by the Bilderbergs and Central Intelligence Agency Pimp I spit my game at the devils and angels peddle stilettos and lace rose petals and pain Forget me with sentiments I'm mentally drained just play the instrumental and give me my space like heavenly... ...gates In another nebula but honey hit me on my cellular We could still hit a telly up I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your love love, love love, love I don't deserve your love love, love love, love Let the motherfucking sky fall on them Jay Do your motherfucking thing Like I give a fuck about these motherfuckers? Yeah, let the motherfucking sky fall of them Again I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your - I don't deserve your love, I don't deserve your love love, love love, love I don't deserve your love love, love love, love fuck it man, your respect is enough for me