(Lights Out) He rises to the occasion, he never worries his weary feet to fall/creator, leader, follower of the greater paths before him/signs of pictures read in the eyes of the listener/painter, writer, tomorrow’s worries fades in the eyes of those who listen/for those upon us, we rise, higher than high, stronger than strong, longer than long, forever will his name last/reaper of the dreams of the dreamer, over the center of a crown lies a divine three, never will it die, for he is it and it lies with you/a story you will pass on for a new chapter has fathered a new breed of messages for you to breathe, feel, see, listen, read/translate the vision in your words, tell them you heard Poe walk, tell them you saw Picasso talk/an artist, true to his art, hear him speak… (Poe Picasso) Three days after the crucifixion, the prophecy fulfilled the rap messiah has risen/it shall pass if testimony was written, words from the curb, ghetto parables are uplifting/all the believers patiently waiting, I inked this from the same ink used in the Declaration, the same ink from Lincoln’s Emancipation, the same ink that approved the first space excavation/the vision came to me in dreams, like when Jesus Christ prayed in the garden of Gethsemane/never actually believed it’d come true, forgive them father for they not know what the do…/I am your son, your Earthly vessel, let your words emanate through my soul then through instrumentals/I was exiled unfortunately chosen, now follow me to milk and honey and cities that’s golden/a true raisin in the sun, descendant from the heavens, kingdom come thy will be done/but, this is Manifest Destiny, divine inspiration, words fused with Beatitudes/every voice on the planet shall shout, the good news Poe is back sermon on the mount, every voice on the planet shall shout, the good news Poe is back sermon on the mount…

(Intro) People couldn’t see my mission, nor fathom the farthest extent of my vision/I’m so far gone with these verses, all I hear is words, nigga tell me what’s your purpose/Jonny what’s on the agenda?, I’m over being nice now I want to be remembered/girls tell me Poe don’t you ever change, I refuse to stay stagnant, so I can’t stay the same/I don’t owe you not a God damn thing, only classics that’s it, so that’s what I bring/I was two songs away from giving up, so if you still with me let me see your hands up, hands up… (Hook) You still with me, let me see your hands up, hands up/you still with me, let me see your hands up/left side, right side, left side, right side, left side, right side, left side... (Verse I) Before we start, you know I had to thank the people who copped this, a brief introduction something like a synopsis/Exhibit B was.../what Rakim & Eric B. was.../what B.I.G. was.../what Ice Cube and T was.../Rev. Run, Run DMC was.../cause, my pants saggin’ no regard for you niggas, feeling like I work too hard for you niggas/and if I was you niggas I would applaud and honor this nigga/cause I’m true to the core, I don’t follow you niggas/it’s Poe, the one and only true savior in the industry, true indeed, Exhibit B, part two in the trilogy/consider me amongst the greats, the martyrs, the pioneers, the legends, the innovators, the forefathers/our Father, hollowed by thy name, but I’m solidifying not testifying in vain... (Hook) You still with me, let me see your hands up, hands up/you still with me, let me see your hands up/left side, right side, left side, right side, left side, right side, left side... (Verse II) I say anything the Lord give he can taketh, and anything the Lord make, no man shall ever breaketh/my style sacred like baby Jesus, Virgin Mary, grippin’ on my Taurus while slowly crossing the darkest valley, my outer borough had the darkest alleys, and I had to go to hell to get through, Dante Alighieri/Pablo, the talent that’s imbedded in my soul through the fibers of my deoxyribose/ nigga, this is genetic not generic, 24-bar lyrical exercise, verbal callisthenic/you get it, I do this for my culture, for the single mother with the world on her shoulders/for my shooters, who’s strapped with no holsters/for my hustlers outside there post-up/to the shorty in his room hanging posters and the girl singing to her comb for exposure/I do this for them, do this for you, do this for her, do this for him/I said I do this for them, do this for you, do this for her, do this for him... (Hook) You still with me, let me see your hands up, hands up/you still with me, let me see your hands up/left side, right side, left side, right side, left side, right side, left side... (Outro) Being great ain’t enough, I need accolades to back it/I prayed for a classic, rested on the Sabbath/cut from a fabric of kings, tatted garms and my crown wasn’t made of gold, it was thorns/and the good book says it, faith moves mountains, so I’mma be faithful but I’mma move albums/I’mma move millions, not several thousands, I’mma make a difference, something profound/so when I’m in the distance, buried underground and future generations will still talk about him/lyrics like Pac, keep my songs in your college, professors and scholars, I’mma be acknowledged/look at where I came from, look what I accomplished, I’mma be remembered or I’mma be martyred/even when the vultures feed upon my carcass my name will live forever, I will never tarnish…

(Verse I) I’m a Brooklyn representee, since entry been #1 MC, I simply clutch cannon like MC cause men be, like snakes trying to tempt me, I send thee under soil bout ten feet, cement feet, underwater where the fish be, you can’t breathe, due to jealousy and envy, scrutiny true indeed… He is so immaculate… Never friendly, befriend me, keep your distance bout ten feet, I’m ten deep, not denim but my men be in ten Jeep’s, pure shooters like Kulinski, convince me, you don’t want it evidently, we empty about a hundred like century, through entries of your windows, bullet holes through the cupboards and pantries… He is so immaculate… (Hook) Ok, lil’ mama what’s up/ok, fly lady what’s up/ok, to my niggas what’s up/ok, hustlas what’s up/ok, drug dealer, what’s up/ok, money maker what’s up/ok, to my boosters what’s up/what’s up, what’s up, what’s up… (Verse II) And the money’s supplementary, we simply split the profit like the Red Sea, we deadly, on the look out for the sentry, consequently any wrong move solitude in the penitentiary, but the 20’s still roar like the Gatsby, wardrobe Dicaprio try your best to catch me, still over niggas heads flight attendee… He is so immaculate… Subsequently, it’s in me to be driven in a Bentley, I indeed view my life elegantly, I fancy bad bitches no panties, Basic Instinct entry, drinks complementary, they’re on me, transactions never pending it’s all free, on her body like Ambi she’s all me, cause… He is so immaculate… (Hook) Ok, fly nigga what’s up/ok, lil’ homey what’s up/ok, tag popper what’s up/ok, gun runner what’s up/ok, big spender, what’s up/ok, all my strippers what’s up/ok, all my smokers what’s up/what’s up, what’s up, what’s up… (Verse III) And my talent just immensely, cements me as a Force like MD, I gently give signal then my men squeeze at any adversary that potentially conspires against me, no suppressors when it wets you like Screech; like Fit Club Celebrity, tires or a banshee, given halo’s like B so angelically… He is so immaculate… The young male Maya Angie, my pen be just as bad as Meyer Lansky or Bugsy, catch me in a teddy bear tee or rugby, bug me I get antsy then ugly, all the smiling and the joke seize abruptly, hidden right under the car seat, disrupt me, armed with hammers within arms reach, so trust me, just chill B-Real like Cypress Hill my nigga… He is so immaculate… (Hook) Ok, New York what’s up/ok, DMV what’s up/ok, Chi-City what’s up/ok, Californ what’s up/ok, ATL what’s up/ok, M.I. Yayo what’s up/ok, Houston what’s up/what’s up, what’s up, what’s up…

I am the Charles Dickens of written compositions, Oliver Twist, no twist in my disposition/same name, different story, but my allegory is very similar to his, we orphans of misfortune/ya’ll niggas starving but I’m serving porridge, the Artful Dodger that you sportin’, I pickpocket like Jack Dawkins, get it/read a book I guess I lost him, electrified, leave ‘em in shock, Virgil Hawkins/I’m moonwalkin’, kinda like Michael Jack back in 1983, Motown Billie Jean/best believe shorty ain’t my seed, only base it off the facts not what you perceive/these MC’s looking nervous, like Jamie Lee Curtis or Tom Arnold, “True Lies” in your verses, the truth lies in my verses, under the metaphors and cursive, behind all the curses/right beside the prepositions and similes, I’m alumni, these guys is elementary, nah rudimentary, fuck it let’s use a better word, this is how it’s meant to be, history just reoccurred/like déjà vu, I’m Ra’s al Ghul, jumping in the Lazarus Pit to restore my youth, fuckas/I ain’t even gonna bait with verbatim, your idol’s run is up, no reference to Clay Aiken/God I’m amazing, and if BET reaired Rap City, probably air out the basement, like ventilation I’m centrally cool, so don’t try to raise the temperature in none of my rooms nigga/I been serving like Kournikova and Andy Roddick, while ya’ll “Ego Trippin’” like Pusha, Malice and Calvin Broadus/man, I say fuck being modest, I’m from Brooklyn, niggas don’t ask, we take ours/and New York hasn’t looked this dope since Christopher Wallace, Versace shirts pushing speed boats/or when Jigga had the Bentley on the cover, before “Dear Summer”, Lonnie Lynn we used to love “H.E.R.”/you getting gassed off of blog hypes, ya’ll ain’t nice, truthfully speaking your bars are barely alright/and I ain’t saying I’m the best but these new school niggas pose no kinda threat/call me what you want yeah I’m cocky and conceited but listen to my music I actually have a reason so…/eat a dick, I’m spectacular I give you niggas no light of day call ‘em Bram Stoker’s Dracula, stupid motherfuckas Introducing the lyrically savvy Dr. Mindbender/soul controller, thought provoker, feminine spine tingler/rap fanatic, Edgar Allen, ultimate rhyme bringer/shape shifter, weight lifter, redefine enigmas/the word teaser, Spielberg movie feature, imperial God like avant-garde czar Julius Caesar/the youth teacher, presidential podium speaker, the world leader, peace preacher, Mother Theresa/the verbalizer, conceptual tantalizer, the prophesizer, philosophical analyzer/the global invested entrepreneurial enterpriser/the limited liability big business monopolizer/the pulverizer, the battery powered energizer, the tranquilizer, the tight vagina paralyzer/the ostracizer, the overseer and advisor, the compromiser, temperature rising humidifier/the word scrambler, high-definition picture enhancer/the classic fifty second reference, demo music sampler/the international luggage claimer and baggage handler/the nigga tossing hundreds of dollars to exotic dancers/’09 version of Smoothe and Trigga Da Gambler, the Langston Hughes of the stanzas and “Broken Language” revamper/the Brooklyn extravaganza, rap bonanza diplomat, the overly pompous, brutally honest, snobby aristocrat/the money maker, the executive legislator, the infiltrator, nuclear power plant detonator/the mouth-to-mouth resuscitator, the pacemaker, the vital signs, the life support and the respirator/the compensator, playa hater annihilator, the originator, intellectual innovator/the federal jury fair and impartial deliberator, the verbally driven written pictorial illustrator/the terminator, garbage disposal incinerator, the metro transit driver conductor and operator/the automator, the student taking a double major/the laboratory where scientists splitting atoms with lasers/the interpretator, foreign territory invader, the fifteen hour psychological interrogator/the manipulator, any drama eliminator, the guillotine, Vlad the Impelar decapitator/the obliterator, secret service investigator, the impersonator, counsel party negotiator/the Gandhi inspired, Martin Luther, son of the future, golden boy, Che Guevara, Huey P. Newton, Machiavelli, W.E.B. Du Bois/the born in a manger, sent from an angel, alpha omega, musical savior, Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X, put it in laymen’s terms I’m the best...

(Intro) I know, I know, I know, I know you’ve been waiting/but thank you for your patience/I was gone for a minute, I was busy in my prior engagements/now fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard turn that corny shit off (Verse I) I’m hearing Poe’s gonna bring it back, Poe says negative/Poe’s gonna move it forward further than you ever did/rose colored Scott Summers shades when the haze keep my pupils dilated like Evidence/it’s evident my element is not on no periodic table, got the baddest bitches bringing drinks to my table/hold the lemons, double-shot tonic in my beverage got me feeling like Hendrix/what an experience, psychedelic, Patron Gold no LSD, some good weed, Bluray disc on LCDs, 72-inch with plasma screens/I tell the interviewers right before my interviews, listen up, focus please…/I want it written exactly how I said it, no edits in my press release, sheesh/that was a low blow, right below the Gucci belt, kush had me losing endorsements, black Michael Phelps/high as hell and I missed the last plane out, talking to target investors how to turn the game out/bitches leaving voicemails how I fucked their brains out, got the magazine, gotta gain that Bruce Wayne clout/give me front page stories, I was humble when I came now I bask in the glory, so… (Hook) Fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard cuz that nigga Poe is back/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/ fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard turn that corny shit off (Verse II) I’m hearing Poe got ‘em mad, if I was them I’d be mad too/bloggers posting opinions like BITCH, who asked you?/you ain’t important and your thoughts ain’t credible, plus I highly doubt that your site generates revenue/the internet makes a loser feel important, when the PC’s aren’t on it dawns on them that they aren’t/since when was it cool to be a lame, cornball or a nerd, but I guess that’s what works ain’t it?/Jonny told me that I talk too much but they ain’t nice enough or bold enough to shut me up/go head, I love drama, Shakespearean word schemes, I pen screen plays every verse is a new scene/Poethello, seeing big faces like Rushmore and housing presidents like Monticello/hello, l-o, ya shorty get low when I bend her back over, make her take it like a pro/I’m P.Diddy in the kitty, such a bad boy, the new Biggie of my city…no/the first Poe, nigga fuck what you heard, catch me walking with my shorty rockin’ matching his and hers/rollin’ up herb with my niggas from the curb, moving like Brandon Lee, bouncing back from a bird/you niggas birds and ya’ll lames straight corny rockin’ clown costumes while I bask in the glory fucka! (Hook) Fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard cuz that nigga Poe is back/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/ fuck what you heard, heard, fuck what you heard/fuck what you heard turn that corny shit off (Outro) I know, I know, I know, I know ya’ll was waiting and thank you for your patience/I was gone for a minute, I was caught up in my prior engagements/I know I had you waiting and I thank you for the patience/now I’m back for the title, number 1 that’s where you rate him…

(Intro) You need to come inside and check Poe, unwrap your hair love and take off your coat (you know my love got you high)/you need to come inside and check Poe, unwrap your hair love and take off your coat (you know my love got you high)/you need to come inside and check Poe, unwrap your hair love and take off your coat (you know my love got you high)/you need to come inside and check Poe, unwrap your hair love and take off your coat... (Verse I) Falling straight out of heaven my beautiful angel, minus the halo, descending to me from the heaven skies/ebony cries and ivory kisses, fulfilling your deepest desires bringing your wishes into fruition/my Cleopatra, Egyptian goddess, Isis, you priceless, on man made devices we flying high to The Bahamas/you’re Aphrodite and I’m your Adonis, on the papyrus of scholars we wrote our promise of eternal bondage/written covenant, signatures of our Government, holy matrimony a ceremony where we’re uttering ancient vows and the ancient scriptures/seeing us together the great Da Vinci couldn’t paint a better picture/forever with you through the trial and error, no guillotine or machete could sever what we put together/my vanilla cinnamon butter covered pecan, let’s take a weekend to the tropics of the Norwegian region/reaching something higher than the zenith, monogamous never swing like Serena or a Venus/nothing between us, blood rushing straight through my penis when I beat it or eat it I force you to come like subpoenas/bless, I turn an atheist to a believer, climatic spasms, orgasms got your body in seizures/I do this for leisure, from the leaning towers of Pisa to the pyramids of Giza, relax put your feet up and get comfy… (Hook) And baby just call my phone and we can rendezvous, you can bring all your friends and I’ll bring my friends too/we can just roll up, smoke til’ the morning comes and we can pop a bottle and drink til’ we’re pissy drunk/girl when you’re with me nothing even matters, so won’t you swing by tonight… (Verse II) My Nefertiti in a teepee in Tahiti together rocking dashikis all alone on remote resorts/she holds the fort while I’m out on duty, Caribbean beauty, ghetto cutie, she’s the talk all over New York/haters can bark but they never biting, so why you frightened, I’mma lighten up your worries with something exciting/it’s so enticing the silhouette of my Juliet, behind the curtain trying on an Oscar de la Renta dress/the Shakespearean thespian turning lesbians heterosexual when we connecting like umbilical’s/the super lyrical, performing miracles giving you vitamins and minerals and planting my genetic code all in your embryo/planting seeds in a fertile soil ensuring they Blossom like Joey, surely never coil/the pot boils, to the victor goes all of the spoils, I remain faithful to the cause as long as you’re loyal/nothing before you you’re my sacred vessel, I see divinity, spiritual energy all in your blood vessel/universal magnetic aura, senor and senora taking boats over foreign somewhere to Bora Bora/see you tomorrow for breakfast in Venice and when we’re finished straight to the US Open for a game of tennis/you know I meant it from Napalm to Milan, Holland straight to Hong Kong, relax you’re in my arms, I’m gone… (Hook) And baby just call my phone and we can rendezvous, you can bring all your friends and I’ll bring my friends too/we can just roll up, smoke til’ the morning comes and we can pop a bottle and drink til’ we’re pissy drunk/girl when you’re with me nothing even matters, so can you swing by tonight…

(Verse I) My homey Alex was flat-faced, head over heels, madly in love with his shorty for real/call her Diane, his girlfriend, used to call her Dee Dee for short, I can’t lie I dreamt the nastiest thoughts/ whenever I seen her, but that ain’t important lets snap back, I’m going on a tangent, me and Alex went back, way back like Lunchable snacks and Fruit Roll-Ups/my first smoke Alex was there, taught me to roll-up, hold up back to Diane, he, he, he loved her so much, so much to the point it upset all of the grown ups/his parents disapproved and her parents well lets just say whenever he came around they were in a bad mood/very shrewd and even rude whenever they seen him, not the happiest campers when he chilled over the weekend but his love for her never faltered, he told me I would be his best man when he stood up at the alter with her, bittersweet… (Hook) She’s fly, tiger print claw tattooed on her thigh/she’s real, open toed pumps with the six-inch heel/she’s dope, no undergarments in the black trench coat/she’s cool, on her lower back had another tattoo (Verse II) Now Diane she was like a thief in the night, a venomous bite, poisonous like Ivy, or Michael Bivins/the horseshoes on the back of her True Religions were far from a symbol of good luck/don’t want to call her a slut but her nice butt and cat strut got her from a putt-putt to a Nissan to a nice truck/what was she thinking, her and her friend, lady’s night out, casually drinking, met this man named Rashan, got into mingling/incoming phone call from Alex she left it ringing, her mind more focused on his and his blinging…/watch how an hour and a half later they were drunk in the parking lot, getting hot like Tabasco sauce, liquor not wearing off, he offered her a back massage, she nodded, so he unstrapped her bra and hit it like ya trick ya, in the back seat of a two door car/now that’s some real tight cutty, did I mention she had some tight cutty, Diane… (Hook) She’s fly, tiger print claw tattooed on her thigh/she’s real, open toed pumps with the six-inch heel/she’s dope, no undergarments in the black trench coat/she’s cool, on her lower back had another tattoo (Verse III) Now Diane had Alex’s life in her hand like a mallet/while he was thinking about marriage, she was thinking about getting that cabbage, getting that green like salad, pass the French dressing/now if sex was a weapon, she’d be 007, with a license to kill any brethren, it’s that real/grew up in Dade County so you know the chick is trill, money make her cum like boss Rick Ross, opened up Pandora’s box like Trois hopping out the Porsche/there she goes, creeping in a vehicle, the driver was anonymous like Bobby Valentino, but Alex never seen it, even if he did he probably still wouldn’t believe it/she had him trapped up in a web of deception when all he ever wanted was affection, such a damn shame/did I mention Diane was her name? Diane… (Hook) She’s fly, tiger print claw tattooed on her thigh/she’s real, open toed pumps with the six-inch heel/she’s dope, no undergarments in the black trench coat/she’s cool, on her lower back had another tattoo Diane, Diane, Diane, Diane…

(Intro) First comes the joy and then comes the pain, then calm and then comes the change, then comes the storm and then comes the flame, God ordained give ‘em 40 nights of rain… (Hook) Yo I gotta thank The Arc, now all aboard the Ark as I flood the game with 40 nights of rain/and I had to build a boat, I’m hoping you can float when I flood the game with 40 nights of rain mayne/40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40 days and nights… (Verse I) Bring about a flood call me Noah to you flowers, gotta purge the verb, your measly reign is over/now I bring rain for you posers, tsunami, hurricane to you lame idol worshippers and foot soldiers/look soldier, move over, you was drunk off success now you washed up, so sober/flow colder, than polar, melt the ice caps when I overflow and shine like solar/throw ‘em overboard swallow rappers like Jonah for trying to play the martyr like Joan of Arc/fortified my Ark now embark on my journey to overflow the market and punish the unworthy/tide shall rise and shall not subside no time soon, Neptune controlling the moon/meet your doom, die from a verbal suffocation/drown the whole industry, purification… (Hook) Yo I gotta thank The Arc, now all aboard the Ark as I flood the game with 40 nights of rain/and I had to build a boat, I’m hoping you can float when I flood the game with 40 nights of rain mayne/40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40 days and nights… (Verse II) I give you 40 nights of rain as I wash away the fake, flow couldn’t be contained so I let the levee break/and now you get demolished, wordplay cause earthquakes that shift plate tectonics/save your comments you Gorilla Monsoon, the rainy season’s here you can feel the monsoon/high winds at high noon, check the weather channel, My 9 News, meteorologists can’t follow this/it’s a supernatural occurrence, wash away the fads in the current/wash ‘em all up like detergent, rappers submerging in my Hurricane Katrine-oxyclean/let the flood gates open, nobody believed he’d be mosaic Moses parting the sea, starting a siege/now people starting to see, but it’s too late you rap niggas under the sea… (Hook) Yo I gotta thank The Arc, now all aboard the Ark as I flood the game with 40 nights of rain/and I had to build a boat, I’m hoping you can float when I flood the game with 40 nights of rain mayne/40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40 days and nights… (Verse III) I say let the rain pour no umbrella could protect ya, flood the promised land then I resurrect the Mecca/the new golden era will emerge from the terror, upper echelon rap renaissance, Judecca/flood the world with a twirl of my scepter, purify the ill, the sickly and the lepers/and my steppers, march with the band of Sergeant Pepper’s, down “Penny Lane”, “Strawberry Fields Forever”/I weathered the flood, brought about a storm like Ororo Monroe, gung-ho for new material/I flow like Tigris or Euphrates, the Poseidon of rhyming drowning you into Hades/my rain was relentless, now it’s too late for repentance, drowning the whole game in my vengeance/flame brought decadence, never use the same flow, after the rain Poe gonna bring the rainbow… (Hook) Yo I gotta thank The Arc, now all aboard the Ark as I flood the game with 40 nights of rain/and I had to build a boat, I’m hoping you can float when I flood the game with 40 nights of rain mayne/40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40, 40 nights (make it rain), 40 nights, 40 days and nights… (Outro) First comes the joy and then comes the pain, then calm and then comes the change, then comes the storm and then comes the flame, God ordained give ‘em 40 nights of rain, Poe!

I never wrote a verse solely purpose for writing one, anything I wrote I swear I put my life em’/I’m grown I don’t make music for little fuckin’ kids, no elementary flows talking some stupid shit/I can’t fit in this category of new rappers, I grew up around drug dealers and gun clappers/I was ecstatic when my cousins played Illmatic, I was young but conceptually I easily grasped it/these younger rappers complaining Hova is too old, the rock bands never bitched about the Rolling Stones/when it’s set in stone no rapper hinders my growth, whether a metaphor from Jay or an Electronica quote/these older rappers don’t intimidate of frighten me, when they were my age they weren’t half as nice as me now/and excluding Nas or Andre 3000, since 18 I’ve been putting it down/Exhibit A was like a modern day version of Rae’s classic Purple Tape without the backing or distribution from industry labelmates/hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on… (Outro - Ten) When you told me that you loved me, you said that you would be with me from now until eternity/then you left when things got ugly, this can’t how it’s gonna be, this can’t be how it’s gonna be...

(Verse I) He was born of original sin, he is I and I am him/look into the eyes of men, their eyes are grim, dilated, eyes are thin/can’t see through a rose-colored stylish lens, that’s what we place our iris in/ignorance is bliss through an optical abyss, no Leviathan/I tried to win, paddling I tried to swim, tried to change my limbs to fins to reverse evolution to prove we never came from them/no big bang or chain of random events, I ain’t convinced you telling me we came from fish, came from chimps, came from that or this, or.../something like a stork in the sky or a bird’s eye view, a hawk in the sky, or a sniper with a scope, a slab under a microscope, losing hope I’m the Catcher In The Rye, born to live, live to die/the circle of life is a cycle that you couldn’t break if you tried/even if you had a grip, you pulled and pried, you can never put a wrinkle in the fabric of time/the grand design of time is a fine quilt, made from divine silk, sprinkled with the sands of time/sewn in the city of God, weaved by Adam and Eve and now worn by the whole mankind we human... (Hook) See I’m human and I make mistakes, you can pierce my flesh and my bones can break/trying to find my way, through my darkest day/let the music play and say, ayo, ayo/see I’m human and I make mistakes, you can pierce my flesh and my bones can break/trying to find my way, through my darkest day/let the music play and say, ayo, ayo (Verse II) We all human, presuming that we all came from a womb not a tomb or a tube/niggas bleed just like us, some run deeper than others, with no relation you calling him brother/a different father and mother, you love him like a kin cuz you’ve seen what he’s seen, you’ve been where he’s been, come again/people drinking from the fountain of youth, trying to drown away their age, they’re doubting the truth and doubting the proof/but you can see the proof in the pudding and being scared of death is really something that you shouldn’t and you couldn’t run away from it, trapped to your fate/some even go to lengths to cryogenically escape like...Walt Disney, froze your double-helix, trying to wake up in the future like Fry or Simon Phoenix, believe it.../there’s always a John Spartan for you Spartans who never got acquainted to a coffin... (Hook) See I’m human and I make mistakes, you can pierce my flesh and my bones can break/trying to find my way, through my darkest day/let the music play and say, ayo, ayo/see I’m human and I make mistakes, you can pierce my flesh and my bones can break/trying to find my way, through my darkest day/let the music play and say, ayo, ayo (Verse III) See you must believe, I came up as a mustard seed, a sapling gripping rosary beads/I’m from the concrete of New York, there lies a beanstalk watered by the thoughts of those who never thought that.../they’d be apart of my music or my creation, or anything that doesn’t have negative connotations/I know I’m human just writing all of my vices, in $500 electronic devices/just to keep them priceless, yeah I’m on that fly shit, my body is a temple, I’m bout to vandalize it with tattoos and symbols/tried to keep it simple but it’s hard not to stick out like dogs and car windows/pour me a drink cuz I really need a fix and my actions ungodly but I rock a crucifix, while I’m fucking a bitch my cross dangled from my neck, not to disrespect it’s just the imperfections of flesh, cuz I’m... (Hook) See I’m human and I make mistakes, you can pierce my flesh and my bones can break/trying to find my way, through my darkest day/let the music play and say, ayo, ayo/see I’m human and I make mistakes, you can pierce my flesh and my bones can break/trying to find my way, through my darkest day/let the music play and say, ayo, ayo

(Hook) Just in case my time comes and I’m gone with the wind/a few words written down for my family and friends/I know I gotta die soon, I live through my pen/say one last prayer and I say amen... Is this life that I’m living, this life that I’m living…/is this life that I’m living this life that I’m living… (Verse I) Whoever said illegal was the easy way out never understood the mechanics or better yet the demographics/not in regards to cars when I talk about traffic/more or less package it in plastic, ship it off/I ain’t trying to go hungry like I’m fasting, so I got my seatbelt fastened, strapped in/I’m ready for any opposition, the slightest form of disposition, sleeping with the fishes/gotta pardon my demeanor, I know my attitude seems a little bit meaner but I had to get my green up/grew up with no benefits, tenements with ignorant ass tenants, abandoned child negligence/and those were the peers in my classrooms, wet toilet paper thrown to the ceilings of bathrooms/with no discipline, I was listening to Christopher Wallace, Shawn Carter or The Infamous…/and I was blue collar struggling, selling M&M’s on the train, niggas hustlin’, beer guzzlin’, and even when I tried to steer clear people still found and.../these trying times seem troubling, especially with a multitude of stress and the money’s not doubling/so we resort to bubbling, checking the degree by the oven and…/I made a covenant to never take meals from the government, I’m trying to stack paper like Republicans…/or the Rothschild’s and Bilderberg’s, so I slang words or a bird, what do you prefer?/honestly it’s best you concur, and I tell the whole story so you ain’t gotta read the blurb/honestly it’s best you concur, and I tell the whole story, ya’ll know the rest… (Hook) Just in case my time comes and I’m gone with the wind/a few words written down for my family and friends/I know I gotta die soon, I live through my pen/say one last prayer and I say amen... Is this life that I’m living, this life that I’m living…/is this life that I’m living this life that I’m living… (Verse II) Motivated by the movers not the shakers, by the builders not the breakers, by the givers not the takers/by the ones who wasn’t given any handouts, no silver spoons in the man’s mouth/by the Kennedy’s, Rockefeller’s and the Carnegie’s, the Colombo’s and the Genovese/I’m not saying that I advocate treachery but more so the quest for longevity you feel me?/I’m not saying that I advocate treachery but more so the quest for longevity you don’t get it/I’m not saying that I advocate treachery but more so the quest for longevity, forgive me… (Hook) Just in case my time comes and I’m gone with the wind/a few words written down for my family and friends/I know I gotta die soon, I live through my pen/say one last prayer and I say amen... Is this life that I’m living, this life that I’m living…/is this life that I’m living this life that I’m living…

(Verse I) Said it’s miraculous, adjectives rolling off my lips, melodic phrases turning pages as I reminisce/in my lament I think about the realness, I know that I’m the realest, and at times it’s hard to deal with the pressure of being a rap successor from the golden era, my predecessors were great, so I gotta be better/never the less it’s a difficult act to follow, try not to choke, chewing off more than I can swallow/my mind boggled, but yet in still, I’m still trying be the youngest rhymer in the Hip-Hop Honors inducted/in conjunction with to anything legendary, I told my man Coyo I wouldn’t be secondary, and I meant it, my debut album must be cemented, indentured lyricism on the path of all the legends/cuz I gotta be that nigga, want to be the first Poe and not the next Jigga/inspiration… (Verse II) I said it’s me against the world not the planet but the wide web/everybody’s numb, “Night of A Living Basehead”, downloading fixes, Megauploads to upload and uphold daily dose of prescriptions/crack condensed in the form of a lyric, Ice-T blatantly stated that Soulja Boy killed it/I’d be ashamed if a legend ever played me, knowing how much work that I put in on the daily/school me never, a product of Tougher Than Leather, immersed and enveloped in this game/it’s coursing through my veins, through my arteries, this artistries apart of me, been wanting to leave but this shit keep calling me/spirit and conviction, I hit never miss and I play against myself due to lack of competition/this is me, no gimmicks or facades, gotta be the next Poe, not the next Nas/inspiration… (Verse III) And to the children growing up without fathers, or positive male figures, I figured my lyrics, if you ever hear it, could clarify distortion and the noise, could help fill your hearts and your voids, so just listen to my voice/even Harvey Dent flipped a coin so that means you always got a choice/you always got a voice, whether it’s subjective or objective or suppressive, I’mma hear it and express it/my literature is scripture, a doctrine, it assists you like John Stockton, if ever there’s a problem/I know we got problems that still need fixing, mentally enslaved, a product of Willie Lynch’n/growing up ashamed in substandard conditions, lock and detained, held for wrongful convictions/that’s why I put on for my city, gotta be the first Poe, not the next Biggie/inspiration…

(Intro) When your spirit and your money’s low and you feeling like you’re all alone/and your girl don’t want to come around because you’re struggling and down and out/that’s when the world turn they back on you, your closest friends and you family too/that’s when you put your middle finger up, fuck ‘em all get your money up, come on… (Hook) When the sun don’t shine no more and the rapture comes and takes me to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my name in the final score, I don’t want to know…/when the sun don’t shine no more and the rapture comes and takes you to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my name in the final score, I don’t want to know… (Verse I) It’s like I’m in a cesspool of garbage, everybody talking bout they bringing back an era that they wasn’t even apart of/damn it’s so redundant, monotonous and retarded, suffering from boredom, ten minutes away from stardom/post-partum depression manifesting, study my lessons, counting my dollars never my blessings/the rap version of John Lennon minus the Yoko Ono, loving the slow flow its pro-bono/it’s free for the public, man I gave away classic shit without touching a dollar from my budget/and I painted a gorgeous portrait, you couldn’t smudge if even if you touched it, gotta make history before I kick the bucket/like Carter Chambers, Enter the 36 Chambers of my inner sanctum, where you’ll probably hear my father praying, wailing seldomly up to the heavens that I’ll never see/until I’m memories of melody… (Hook) When the sun don’t shine no more and the rapture comes and takes me to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my name in the final score, I don’t want to know…/when the sun don’t shine no more and the rapture comes and takes you to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my name in the final score, I don’t want to know… (Verse II) I hope to God that my soul is saved, listening to Lauryn Hill’s “Final Hour” during these final days/all praise but I hardly pray, far away from being a righteous teacher, even further from a Latter Day/they say your best comes on your darkest day, shameful of my facial hands cover my face like a masquerade/whips lashing on the back of slaves, exchange the chains for medallions it’s amazing how we’re still enslaved/looking for change but we’re scared of it, scared of risk, scared of making a difference so we fantasize and make a wish, on that lucky star…/they always told me shoot for it but it’s possible that I could shoot and I could fall, and never reach what I’m shooting for/damn, I never sleep but I’m dreaming for, feigning for something reliable before the reaper calls, a life, a wife, a beautiful home to take my sneakers off/so when my people call, I never have to worry bout putting up money for bail escaping RICO laws/man, I lament when I vent, call the Lord cuz I need to repent, so I before present myself to ya’ll I need to get cleansed, purge my soul, clean off all of my sins/this is where it begins, just in case my life comes to an end, the new testament awakens in me nigga… (Hook) When the sun don’t shine no more and the rapture comes and takes me to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my name in the final score, I don’t want to know…/when the sun don’t shine no more and the rapture comes and takes you to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my name in the final score, I don’t want to know…

(Poe Picasso speaking) Revelations, chapter 13, verse 18, let he who has understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of man, 666… (Minister Vassell speaking) Jesus said that in those days, many shall call onto him, Lord O’ Lord, he said that they shall do great works in his name, but he said I shall turn to them and say depart from me workers of iniquity, and in those days he said, false prophets should rise up, claiming to be Christ, claiming to be Jesus, but they shall be against the gospel, but he said he shall return and they shall be wiped away… (Verse I) Pac asked “who do you believe in?”, Biggie said when he died he wanted to go to hell and Jigga seen demons/bible study, youth meetings, Sunday school teaching and then I seen Murda Mase reaching/homosexual pastors fondling deacons, God have mercy on these heathens/he then, should not cast any stones like he owns a rightful seat beneath the feet of the father’s throne/how can I listen to a gospel musician talk about God, addicted to porn choking his chicken listen…/to the hymns from the Seraphim, cardinals of the Vatican covering the truth of Mary Magdalene/wait to keep us panicking, waiting for atonement, every miscellaneous symbol related to an omen or…/some kind of prophecy fulfilled in revelation, they praying, salivating for salvation, waiting for the… (Minister Vassell speaking) And the word of God declares that men shall be lovers of themselves, they shall be disobedient to their parents, and in those days that they shall have a form of godliness, but deny the power of God, that in those days they should worship the creation rather than the creator that made the creation, that they shall turn and harden their hearts away from God… (Verse II) Armageddon is getting a lot closer, the angel and the devil on my shoulder/the battle of good and evil when falsifiers deceive you, in a synagogue, mosque and cathedral people mislead you…/into believe everything that you see, they said the Nazi’s and the swastika were marks of the beast/hard to believe anything I read in scripture, looking for the lady at the well to dip my head into the river/I need to be delivered, the devil got a hold of my soul, this exorcism needs to move a little quicker/if Jesus turned water into liquor, I’mma mix my Bloody Mary with holy water to drink as my elixir/forget a catechism, evoking too much hope in the Pope and too much power granted to the Archbishop/we all God’s children, but we being blinded by the folly’s of religion causing a global indifference for the… (Minister Vassell speaking) And Revelation declares he will cause both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand, or on their foreheads, and that no one may buy or sell except those that have the mark, or the name of the beast, or even the number of his name, but I say woe onto them that are left behind, in those days it shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth… (Verse III) Look, this ain’t related to any denomination, but world domination brought by the minions of Satan and…/no Obama or Sarah Palin can stop the ushering in of a pagan or the mark of the beast, nor the police/we living in a time of tribulation where the antichrist is gonna be adored by many nations/face it, the mark isn’t just a numerical sequence, but a symbol, drenched with an apocalyptic pretense/the Spear of Longinus thrusted through the side of your highness and passed down as a symbol of violence/the blinded remain blinded while the faithful read the doctrine, I’m having conversations with agnostics/false evangelists handing out pamphlets to further deepen their pockets, all in the name of sacred profits, please stop it/scientist already creating a chip, to surgically implant it in your wrist, man it’s obvious the… (Minister Vassell speaking) Men and brethren, it is time to repent for the last and evil days are here, I came to tell you to choose ye this day whom you will serve, whether it be God or man, the choice is yours, but there is a price to pay if you choose the wrong, yes there is fun, yes there is pleasure, but there also is a price in sin and temptation, and that price is death, I came to tell you that it is spiritual death, spiritual separation from God, woe onto him that choose this path, for what would it profit if you gained the world, if you gained the sign, but lose your very soul, he said behold I stand at your door and knock, he stands right there knocking, waiting for you to open up, it’s up to you to open up, he won’t barge in…

(Hook) I told my momma don’t worry, if they bury me my soul will still be free/it’s raining down on…/I know my judgment’s coming for me/I told my momma don’t worry, if they bury me my soul will still be free/there isn’t any place to hide or to run when it’s my day of reckoning… Can you feel me, can you feel me, can you feel me?/do you hear me, do you hear me, do you hear me?/can you feel me, can you feel me, can you feel me?/do you hear me, do you hear me, do you hear me?/can you feel me, can you feel me, can you feel me?/do you hear me, do you hear me, do you hear me? (Verse I) After I go, how will I be remembered by my closest of kin, friends and family members/will the grieve when I leave, how will they mourn when I’m gone/saying prayers and reading through different psalms for my spirit/nightmares of my past like Jason’s Lyric haunts me and his voice I continue to hear it and it’s daunting/but the words I can never distinguish, it seems as if my soul has been extracted and relinquished from my body/I’m walking down the lobby of a hall, blinded by the light and then I hear somebody call, “Come to me my son, do not fall”/suddenly I feel a symptom of withdrawal, the light becomes dimmer, thinking about my life back on Earth I was a sinner, I wasn’t living right/my heart begins to plummet, my mouth begins to water, feeling sick to my stomach awaiting my final judgment/before my sentencing is told, I take a long breath then I say “have mercy on my soul”/outta this world like Jesus, history is beneath us, no laughing matter I ain’t trying to be facetious/as I gaze at my corpse, feel my soul being pulled down by a higher force/I never thought it could end like this, seen an image of my father as I drift, it’s coming… (Hook) I told my momma don’t worry, if they bury me my soul will still be free/it’s raining down on…/I know my judgment’s coming for me/I told my momma don’t worry, if they bury me my soul will still be free/there isn’t any place to hide or to run when it’s my day of reckoning… (Verse II) The time is now I cannot run, now I must be penalized for everything I have and have not done/it’s either heaven or hell, no purgatory or limbo, no innuendo, the choice is very simple/you only live once and I did a lot of living, promiscuously indulging myself in many women and I kept lying, kept cheating, kept a strong will, but for drugs a weakling/substance abusive exsistance was an illusion to me, now I see the truth in my ruin and to be, or not to be is the hardest question for the whole humanity/because life is like a box of Hershey’s chocolates and you never know what you’re gonna get so try to live correct/or to the best of your ability before you plug out the Matrix and are face-to-face with Trinity/the holy son and father, climbing up the Babylon tower with my third eye on the final hour/it isn’t over til’ the fat lady sings, cast out of heaven, Lucifer without wings/right in front of Peter, John, Mark, Matthew and Luke, trying to testify for my soul just tell the truth/and the council is in session, the stairway up to heaven is unleavened like bread, time to resurrect the dead/everything I did will finally be brought to light, permanently marked in red ink the book of life/the final verdict Lord tell me what I’m facing, eternal salvation or damnation, let me know/the final verdict Lord tell me what I’m facing, eternal salvation or damnation, please… (Hook) I told my momma don’t worry, if they bury me my soul will still be free/it’s raining down on…/I know my judgment’s coming for me/I told my momma don’t worry, if they bury me my soul will still be free/there isn’t any place to hide or to run when it’s my day of reckoning… Can you feel me, can you feel me, can you feel me?/do you hear me, do you hear me, do you hear me?/can you feel me, can you feel me, can you feel me?/do you hear me, do you hear me, do you hear me?/can you feel me, can you feel me, can you feel me?/do you hear me, do you hear me, do you hear me?

(Verse I - JonnyGo Figure) I got so many ideas coming out of my head/I can’t function right, I can’t sleep at night in my bed/I sit and wonder what’s my purpose on this Earth or am I better off dead/or is my purpose on this planet to deal with the bullshit instead/well it’s a long road to travel, well it’s a long road to travel/but I stay strong winning my battles, but I stay strong winning my battles/well it’s a long road to travel, well it’s a long road to travel/but I stay strong winning my battles, but I stay strong winning my battles (Verse II - JonnyGo Figure) McCauley in my veins, Musical Youth in my tape deck/my big sister upstairs practicing safe sex/nobody was around to babysit dude, so all there was to do was to order pay-per view/watching beautiful girls up in the nude, I had an idea of what I wanted to do/go jump inside the TV and the fantasy come true and runaway from my reality turned blue/in the land of hypocrites and parasites, there’s always motherfuckers trying to come and take a bite, but your objective is to make them lose their appetite, to sit back relax and enjoy your apple pie/“O’ pirates yes they stole I, sold I to merchant ships”, help me most high/draw my weapon, use protection, this is my redemption, my redemption… (Verse III - Poe Picasso) You see my father wasn’t around and my momma wasn’t neither/either she was out travelling or just rambling/stress I couldn’t handle it, hypertension not to mention deep depression I had to find a way to creatively channel it/nobody was there to console me, hold me, or tell me that they loved me, God, I’m so ugly/why am I so high but feel everyone is above me, why am I so fly but feel my life is so disgusting/don’t judge me, you ain’t God and don’t know me, so fuck what you think nigga blow me/never had a silver spoon, danced to a different tune, needed my own space, tired of sleeping in the living room/when JonnyGo did “Born This Way”, yeah I was on my way, down the wrong path, speeding fast, burners on my waist/like Poe, “who you beefin’ with?”, truly I don’t even know, probably my inner demons and my devils that I never show/I always had a point to make, always had a point to prove, they want to see me fail so bad, I will not lose/I will not bruise, I won’t even break a sweat, they love to see me miserable, they happy I ain’t make it yet/those the same fuckas when I make it that I won’t forget, keep your friends closer, they the one’s you never would expect/to pull a straight Selena, grab a nina heat your flesh, it really wouldn’t surprise me all the greats meet an early death/or pull a Marvin Gaye and cock a gauge, twist of fate, killed by your own kin, the jealousy of Cain and Abe/I see the hatred from a block away, that’s why I’m watching, your brothers be plotting like Larry Troutman/trying to kill me in my sleep, but I never rest, I’m at my best, nothing breeds animosity like success/so I show these niggas, no regard, no respect, they love me when I’m walking, fuckin’ hate me when I’m on a jet/that’s why I’m quick to jet, never will I socialize, you fantasize, while I’m really out here getting mine/these redemption lines, emancipate myself from mental slavery cuz only I can ever free my mind/and those were words from the great yardie, Bob Marley/if you tryin’ to stop me, you better have a fuckin’ army, or a nation of millions, billions, trillions, to ever even smudge on my brilliance/Brooklyn’s in the building and don’t ask me how I feel about these other niggas cuz honestly I don’t feel them…

Before we leave I gotta thank a few people; God Given, Crown Dyn, yeah I see you/Exhibit B was a testament of faith, grace, and I hope you could relate/right after the dust settles, run my fingers through the flower petals/when there’s no debris that’s when you’re gonna see the real from the fakes, see the frauds from greats, see the doves from the snakes/the same snake from the garden, cast down crawling on their bellies now begging for a pardon/it’s appalling, alarming, I can see the six-headed beast when I’m staring into stardom/and never look back, kinda like Gomorrah and Sodom, a problem, I came from the bottom/I can see the God in myself, cause I’m made in his image when I speak he’s felt/and when I speak knees knelt, but don’t praise me praise He, see me I’m vessel/praise is the highest form of flattery, so don’t flatter me honestly I ain’t special/well I am but not any better than no man, I know man came from dirt, came from Earth, came from a woman forsaken/after the left rib of a man was taken, embracing change, this is History in the Makin, as it unfolds every role man I’m gracious/invite my whole fam to the banquet and let them reap the spoils of my greatness, yeah/now I leave the rest up to you, I led you to water, can’t make you drink too/as I walk through the pews, feeling like my people were the chosen few people like God to the Jews/jewels you could use anytime you ever feeling lost and confused, something hindering your moves, use me for your fuel, your strength and your tool, to see through the trickery, the lies and the ruse/they say the truth shall set you free, close your eyes, open your hearts, listen to me, P/Poe Picasso the last and the 13th Apostle from the great Constantinople/so I guess this is it, my last thought, last word, last prayer, last gift/for those who don’t will soon see it was etched into stone when I wrote Exhibit B/a piece of me, history engraved, I give you Manifest Destiny/so now I leave the rest in your palms, my gift in my psalms, I’m gone, Shalom…