Hey0 Pete! I know Im bout to do this, a second fucking tiiiiime Please don’t give up on Blunt Savage on the Rhyyyyme 2 bay dragons Lava Blood by desiiiign Transatlantic hustle this product of a vibe And we gone kick it again, under a doper circumstance where the world go, and the people perk and Dance like how you doing man? awe im having a blast! extremely dedicated to shoulder shake this mash like boogie fuckin oogie on a freaky deaky Mixtcha Warming up the funky by bumping Mr Ripsta Vibration the true elevated tinctcha I SeenCha, I Drink Up, a Cheers to a Teacha Yadida, East Bay rrRah! The story never ending it just thicken up the plot The Chicken cross the road cuz the chicken doin Squats! Nothin gonna stop it gettin back to its spot! Survival necessary, otherwise dead Dope shit along the way AppreciaTED Im the dopest Yoda, Since I was a kiiid Certified Fresh card is Laminated Heyo Pete! x4 I know Im bout to do this, a second fucking tiiiiime Please don’t give up on Blunt Savage on the Rhyyyyme 2 bay dragons Lava Blood by desiiiign Transatlantic hustle this product of a vibe The missions in our blood, rhymin in the mud Raining in the alley way speaker going thud Halfway link for an hour durin lunch City freestyle with at least half a blunt I know how you like when the lyrics bout booty You know my standard that the savage rip truly 15 bar verse on ur buddies beat boomin Gotta switch it up, gotta put it down Squarin up the fade back jump around 2 point shot, 3 with the foul Victory by one Blunt Savage with the sound The bad vibe killa! Narrating thrillas! Jesus in the middle of a title no illa If ice King Kong you can be GodZilla And imma chill tough like a white Ben Stilla Heyo Pete! x4 I know Im bout to do this, a second fucking tiiiiime Please don’t give up on Blunt Savage on the Rhyyyyme 2 bay dragons Lava Blood by desiiiign Transatlantic hustle this product of a vibe

Aztec Warrior get the stage poppin! Savage on the mic? Then 4dB is hoppin! Fire in the bone marrow cookin up the rockin! Clockin any hater with a rap made for knockin! Slipped on a banana peel, whooooops! Or was it a 3 for 2 tobacci wrap package Let us take a moment and, lllllooook! I don’t see anything? I must be trippin Just like this rhyme scheme, amateur at best Must buy this visene, manicure that red Trust why this ice cream, as a cure and med Plus flight Enticing, had a burn that fled Up up away! Bye bye smoke Hope you like the atmosphere, try n make it choke Cough cough globe, clear the lungs and throat Might be what you need for global warming to go cold Cuz when I’m feeling bad, it definitely helps And when I’m feeling sad, my sadness kinda melts With a swish in my hand, straight flush dealt You dealing with a wordsmith who get down with the Celts Aztec Warrior get the stage poppin! Savage on the mic? Then 4dB is hoppin! Fire in the bone marrow cookin up the rockin! Clockin any hater with a rap made for knockin! Aztec Warrior get the stage poppin! Savage on the mic? Then 4dB is hoppin! Fire in the bone marrow cookin up the rockin! Clockin any hater with a rap made for knockin! Let’s not forget the crew who know how it do Iceman and AC drop it on cue Fowl and then Bernie add to the few Clown Head, buddy I miss you Ultra, JMobb, O Pimpin All got chops if y’all listenin Smiling a grin, stunner shades glisten Leather Jackets get the sweat blitzin Goals are always keep it sexy I’m a freak if you just let me A pack of sweets? Ooh that’s tempting Lemme get a water cuz the cotton mouth sketchy I can get get weird like a hundred dollar taco Damn unique is the Guerro and the Vato Salt sprinkled beards bring the wisdom hella macho Bread like Boudin while playin by a dock yo! Aztec Warrior get the stage poppin! Savage on the mic? Then 4dB is hoppin! Fire in the bone marrow cookin up the rockin! Clockin any hater with a rap made for knockin!

Listen up doll, there’s a lead about a brawl Take any messages, don’t miss any calls But how will you find it through all this thick fog? I told you don’t ask me that, I know you trying to stall The disturbance is up Bernal, on ripely street of course If I’m not mistaken, I know just what’s in store A fellow by the name of Pete is putting in some work Maybe 4dB is with him scribbling up some dirt Don’t worry about me sugar, I can handle this myself I’m armed with a swisher, and Humboldt finest top shelf *Be safe, ur Pain is bad for my health I’m sorry sweet eyes, that’s not something I can help Chasin sunset above the clouds Flyin high and westward bound When we ride you know the sound - Blunt Savage Chasin sunset above the clouds Flyin high and westward bound When we ride you know the sound - Blunt Savage Dear audio diary, it’s been about a decade I’ve tracked a couple nuckleheads what feels like a wreckade They’ve torn down the house, broken many necks I’m close on their tale but I haven’t caught em yet This could be my chance but I’ve got to move fast This city will eat you whole if it gets you in its grasp The drivers are also bad and they won’t let you pass Ill have to find another way to Bernal heights alas There’s a mist in the air, thick grey and warm Serene and even peaceful, but this is you warned It’s an imposter it’s a monster, it’s the devil only softer Blink and it will blind you, laugh and it will foster Every child that you own, every lover You’ve adopted Will fade into the fog, and you will never stop it But maybe these two, these savage minded rappers Can tame the deadly Karl, and free us from disaster Chasin sunset above the clouds Flyin high and westward bound When we ride you know the sound - Blunt Savage Chasin sunset above the clouds Flyin high and westward bound When we ride you know the sound - Blunt Savage I’ve made it past patrero, just barely I fear After this I’ll have to get my secretary a beer She’s the only one who cares who’s been able to keep near Without falling victim to the mist in many years -Stay focused, -ur almost there, -up Folsom, left before the stairs The anxiety, is too much for me to bare I can’t see a thing, shut up! Don’t be scared! Wait a minute, oh my god I was wrong This isn’t fog, it smells like an old bong Thicker it gets as the stench swims along I’m in the belly of the beast, and it’s writing a new song I should have known! This whole time! It was blunt savage, writing another rhyme! Swallowing up the city with their Smokey dokey dimes! I must get out of here! Christ! I must hide! Chasin sunset above the clouds Flyin high and westward bound When we ride you know the sound - Blunt Savage Chasin sunset above the clouds Flyin high and westward bound When we ride you know the sound - Blunt Savage

Shelft life Shout out to the buddy who always chillin hella chill And always got the energy for building something Ill Leaving behind a legacy of leading up the hill Picking up the pieces for his people as a drill Dedicated, beast while sedated Don’t know where he is don’t worry he gone make it! And it’ll be good time. Yeah it’ll be a cool time Cuz Sav be goood guuuy And thats the way it is, and that’s the way it shall be