My Life Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor Intro: Sound bite instrumental Verse 1 Daydreaming honda accord or a Lexus Grandma interrupts fantasies exit At the kitchen table eating my breakfast She said by mama’s boyfriend I was molested Melvin was his name the author of my pain The same friend like Ronda who left bruises on my frame The same one whose son was drowned in a bathtub Isn’t Grandpa a Cop!? Why isn’t Melvin locked!? Tears down my face that don’t even stream My family is a conservatives wet dream ((Mama)) Why are these people so important and I’m not? ((Mama)) Are you that afraid of being alone that your only begotten son you’ll readily disown But..they’ll say that I’m wrong I’m a facade..And it's allll a lie No Chorus Only soundbite and instrumental Verse 2 All’s I have as revenge is success But dollar bills on a mop won’t clean up this mess From hell’s heart I stab at thee!! Anything to chop off a branch of this family tree What of my ((pop)) oh that’s right… He got remarried and started a new life And said he has no children to his new wife Wonder how my sister feels about that?? I wrote her a letter but she never wrote back.. Am I nothing more than the son of a Junkie and a failed man?? I’ve fallen so many times from derailed plans But I’m no charity case or village idiot The chip on my shoulder could build pyramids But I’m black and we sweep under the rug And if the dirt gets to high then we give it a shrug Because man...We all got problems…. No Chorus Only soundbite and instrumental

Energy Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer Chorus All I is, is E-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-haa! Verse1 Beeeeeeewaaaaaarrrreeeeee! The Super’s getting restless he’ll open up your chest and eat your heart for breakfast Stomping out you cowards Grinding you into a muthafucking powder FEEL MY POWEEEERRR!! Peep the visual, nuclear blaaasst The underdog, my time has come at laaast What’s wrong? You were so opinionated and brash! Now you realize the enormity of your task You don’t think behind my back i can hear you laugh Describing everything I do as useless and trash! I can see your reflection when I’m punching the glass Your the catalyst now my foot is deep in yo ass! Ice cold dagger stuck deep in the chest That hush among the crowd now deeply depressed Gimmie goosebumps! (Muuuuhhh) All over my flesh High energy and this is not even me at my best! Chorus All I am is e-ner-gy-hee,All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I is e-ner-gy-hee All I am is e-ner-gy-hee,All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-haa!! Verse2 Energy! I can endure the pain Energy! Out in the pouring rain Energy! Say my fucking name Energy! This world will never be the same The Super King Armor not as stupid as ya thought a Boy you gonna end up as a goner from the torture The lethal enforcer, I seek and destroy ya Play the role of the spoiler, curse the mind of the voyuer Now the empath thought I quick cash you could eat my food and dip dash I march forth on your consorts with all sorts of that kick aaaass I been last, eternal is the powersource I been had! Whiplash neck go zigzag big gash then I big laugh And quick fast I dodge demons in a dodge demon Denied reach in to foul speaking devil deacons Not a beacon or a season Only a sonic boom delayed Let you hear my words while I’m tweaking! Chorus All I am is e-ner-gy-hee,All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I is e-ner-gy-hee All I am is e-ner-gy-hee,All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am e-ner-gy-hee, All I is e-ner-gy-hee, All I am is e-ner-gy-haa!!

Foot Fetish Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer Intro You ever wonder...What makes people have a fetish? How does one develop it? Is it genetic? Is it nature?.. Or is it nurture? What was the point of origin??... Did we just go..AHHHHH! Shit! I like that! I like it a lot!! I gotsta have it!!...I don’t know let’s discuss.. Verse 1 Before I even knew what the word fetish meant I was in love with women’s feet and the shape of them Gym socks, bare feet, sneakers, heaven scents Ah! The nature of her anatomy’s elements As a child I would stare at heels that were bare Nigga you stuck! Fuck me pumps and the glass pairs Sandals and elevated foot wears... One summer my eyes were about to explode When I got my first glimpse of pedicured toes All I wanted was to rub them put’em by my nose My face, my chest, talk about goals She wore baby blue flip flops and wrapped each toe On clouds I flew, Toenails sky blue There were other women there..Oh hello They had french tips and canary yellow The day was brightened for this good fellow Chorus But like, cherry red nail polish use to make me want to throw up(Barf sound) Like my skin would crawl at the very sight of it(oh God) Even cherry red lipstick(why you wearing that) It was like..I would see it..And it was like a vampire, looking at a cross or something(vamp hiss) I don’t care who wore it I mean I’m more accepting now these days..I could get past it, but it was like real prostitutish Verse 2 There’s so much variety which makes it so sweet Baby fat midget toes with the chunky feet Or long hot dog feet with banana toes Funny square toes or ones that are rolled Right over each other, talking to one another A long index toe means sexual desire There’s nothing more that sparks my inner fire I use to be like Eddie Murphy in boomerang Ugly feet made me cringe I start puking meng! But now adays my pallet has matured Opened my mind, opened new doors Watch the pata sucia walk on the floor The women judge men looking at their shoes I look at women's feet pulling the same moves Don’t paint over your toenails when dirt is in the grooves That’s not the move that’s just nahhstee! Chorus You know I always wondered if Salt..From Salt & Pepa, had real pretty feet I think she had the baby midget toes with the real small feet..Ya know? Maybe.. You wanna know what really grabs my goat? More like really light skin or white feet Are red or orange at the bottom,. Like what the fuck were you doing??? Were you stepping on fucking tomatoes??..Jesus. Verse 3 I use to feel ashamed thought women would judge me Call me all types of names, say you disgust me! Til my favorite pornstar Tiffany Mynx Pulled me back from the very brink Her crowning achievement and personal glory When she made a movie called a toe story Light skin and pale white girls with black nail polish With words and tattoos of big flowers On the sides or tops of the foot I think that’s so sexy such a great look What makes my sex drive monstrous to be honest Gold stilettos inside the bedroom Or pointy ass pumps make my heart jump Also something erotic about women wearing Jay’s Is this common or unique? What’s your fetish? Because I have a Fetish for feet...

On The Move Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer Intro Ooh Shit!! Yo what fucking time is it!? Awwwww I gotta get up, I gotta get the fuck up outta here! Hold on..Lemme go get my shit, shit! Have to wash my face, put my under arm deodorant on Can’t be walking outside smelling crazy I’m clean, aight! Uh! Door! Let’s go! Verse 1 We on a mission, follow the leader Bottle of tequila metro card chase visa We on the move, on the move, can’t lose Slap on the scents, blue jeans, Jay’s shoes Set my dvr..”Supernatural” Super your a natural all instinct primal animal Showed up to the party pregamed feeling nice My mans got the edibles I’m done for the night Naaah! Senses only heightened like when I’m writing Horny like a viking, Magnums on deck Bravehearts out here having bare back sex Hit the stu with, Miles Moran That’s the beatmaker, Miles my man Stella’ Artois Twizzlers on hand Next up Knock-Ternal is the land My invention muthafuckahs y’all need to understand Chorus Whether you a hustler with a big brain Or a waiter stuck on the F train Ya men’s and ladies in the fastlane Busdriver kicked you off cause you ain’t got change At the bar spend your check on champagne Laughing and dancing in the pouring rain Everyday above ground a good day Don’t complain first move better than no move change the game We on the move again, uh-uh, We on the move again uh-uh, We on the move again Uh-uh,We on the move, We on the muthafucking move,uh! Verse 2 Washington Sq Park 8pm on a Thursday Paid my phone bill last minute in the worse way But fuck that buckets in the bag with the speaker I’m off the E train west 4th by the cage Practitioner of the art set by the arch Amidst the NYU kids alcoholics and the junkies Chess players having games for money There’s Snuuch Blaze D-nasty and Lav They just came from making heat inside the lab Makings of the perfect storm and the crowd forms On my own again, stepped up off my throne again Les bound playing pool or in Big bar I got the charisma of a big star Cash in hand $100’s or a Grand Shouts to D for always supporting my plans My thoughts laid up in my bed from a one night stand Chorus Whether you a hustler with a big brain Or a waiter stuck on the F train Ya men’s and ladies in the fastlane Busdriver kicked you off cause you ain’t got change At the bar spend your check on champagne Laughing and dancing in the pouring rain Everyday above ground a good day Don’t complain first move better than no move change the game We on the move again, uh-uh, We on the move again uh-uh, We on the move again Uh-uh,We on the move, We on the muthafucking move,uh!

See...This is why we can’t have nice things! Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer Chorus See..This is why we can’t have nice things Verse1 The independence just hit different It’s a blast like roland emrick film vision I move from the patronizing and condescending Backhanded compliments & fueled tensions Few listen when truth spitting, when the news printing It’s a given they bring the noose an the new prison No wonder they spent a life sentence as lieutenants Dreams stuck in their imagination as loose figments Turn tail when the devil arrive on new business I learn this from close encounters and a far distance Emotions removed from the premise and I don’t miss it Straight forward detail oriented cold menace I’m russian roulette you're a gamblers apprentice Census! Strong rule the weak, smart rule’em both I found my "IN" stealth mission with the cloak On your words you’ll choke like Brazzers in ya throat! Chorus See..This is why we can't have nice things On the road to riches and diamond rings Broke people do poor things(poor thing) Retribution is the song we all sing!(2x) Verse2 Whole style strange from young walking X-file Felt Blu became an exile red headed step child To a ready red reddington with a steady pen Into a nitroglycerin thought processing bin Why waste the words when I can show you better Bounce troubles off my chest power bench presser 2013 Super King is the hero you needed 2021 Super King is the hero you deserve You said they the main event nigga they o’duerves Turn about is fair play nigga this the purge Nelly furtado watch them fly like a bird But my shot clip they wings now they face kiss the curb Don’t you ever talk shit about my creations I’m the embodiment of human inspiration Seeds i’ve planted sparked a generation Bitch! I’m nothing short of fucking amazing!! Chorus See..This is why we can't have nice things On the road to riches and diamond rings Broke people do poor things(poor thing) Retribution is the song we all sing!(4x)

Pure Evil Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer Verse 1 To accelerate the storm inside my brain I show love heavier than a typhoons rain Or a money bag filled with a tycoons change To bodybag a beat left lying in a drain In a red light district, neon light exhibit Heavy rain drenching it, exit right you missed it This dark fantasy got more twisted Black car mission, lights off no vision Wheels slow moving, driver can’t be human Windows tinted, left you assuming You been staring at the ocean with a midnight viewing Or a dragon's lair through Sadoko’s hair The state department of wet affairs Assassination attempts moments more intense Beyond my veil of humanity I gave you a glimpse What it look like to have a killing intent Verse 2 Even if I wanted to go sit on a shelf I couldn’t ignore the voice of my inner-self His charcoal fingers on the bar of the cellar His deep yellow eyes make you fold from the pressure You can’t cage something that primal to the core That’ll creep through the doors seep through your pores You sleep it’ll make sure it’ll come for you and yours The palette of a paul bearer holding up a casket All black boots denim jeans denim jacket Leather gloves wooden handle blade over hatchet Pillow case over face stabbed through the mattress Blood everywhere swear a movie being captured Elusive in the light, it’s never being captured Chaos and the damages mass acres of a massacre To clean this shit up I hate to be the manager Grisley photos of the crime scene caughtn up in the camera *No chorus Verse 3 See the source of my ambition I am the weapon that’s my ammunition I’ll take all you fucks on and still keep winning Can’t cuff my adrenaline even slightly simmering Steel sharpens steel, blacksmith tempering Your smug condescending that’s indifference Makes no difference your insignificant Your welcome, don’t even mention it..

Solitaire Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor Verse 1 You think my family’s thoughts about me would be stimulating After printing my book of illustrations so amazing But my Grandfathers gazing was a killer with 12 gauge in He’d see me sitting in the kitchen turn around and disappearing Is this what I fought so hard for? Only to confirm what I’ve been fearing Part of me died that day, so say farewell to reason After being homeless, I came back with so much focus With my art and my sense of self I found a new closeness Excited for my albums release as the day approaches I broke even but something inside really felt bogus After all that hard work still stuck in my Grandma’s basement I felt defeated and beyond the scope of complacence I guess I expected more the wool on my eyes a blanket Circulation of I told you so from these vines entanglement Cut off, left a corpse, a walking dead of sorts To get me to give a fuck you need to find a better sport Chorus Solitaire! A lot going on but too numb to care Polar bear cold and calculated and you came unprepared It’s apparent loss is transparent..As everclear Hand the steer as I commandier common fear Solitaire! The hunter kill the cubs and the mama bear A lot going on but too numb to care Demi God, dancing naked in the dragon's lair You better double down if you double dare Lonely as a game of Soltiare Verse 2 My Grandmama said live life as I wanna In a convo that happened sometime around summer But now you look at me like I’m a new comer Ol blue eyes I did it my way and that’s a bummer From my endeavors did I make the bread you really wonder? Impossible! Rock bottom that really puts me under No matter how you judge me you know that I still love ya But I’m ice cold on the inside like a tombstone made of granite This ain’t rescue from the projects or buy mama mink coat rap This is throw her in the rehab and I ain’t never looking back This all has set the stage, for this world I have engaged The great white shark banged its body up against the cage You thought you could scuba dive in this world I have been made You thought I was the teddy bear but you never there Standing swinging by myself instead you were stuck in fear I found myself shut off from making any tears Chorus Solitaire! A lot going on but too numb to care Polar bear cold and calculated and you came unprepared It’s apparent loss is transparent..As everclear Hand the steer as I commandier common fear Solitaire! The hunter kill the cubs and the mama bear A lot going on but too numb to care Demi God, dancing naked in the dragon's lair You better double down if you double dare Lonely as a game of Soltiare Verse 3 Oh so niggas is gravesending with they ageism? First they told me I’m too strange with they hate in them I’m too different in the way I’m penning in the space given I’m not a rapper from the 90’s so my weights different You burnt out so there’s no way you uplifting You young niggas, old niggas there’s no difference My ambition solid as a rock from start to finish After all the success I’ve attained I know what its not Now the path is unblocked its hard for me to stop Mind body and spirit my all and I give it My approach was worse wide open and rigid I just don’t care anymore I know that I’m alone My aggressive impulses they put me in a zone I can feel the control in my muscles and my bones I’m no longer attached I’m gonna buy me a home With acres of land to see from my throne

New boss, Old boss Written by Super King Armor/Enrae L. Mercer Chorus New boss same as the old boss Go find yourself a cliff and jump the fuck off I’ve heard this shit all before, demons just morph I’m playing for keeps and purely for sport(1x) Verse 1 You’re one self centered human being To think your opinion outweighs a person's dreams When I was 23 a dude came to me Said no one’s interested hearing you MC When I was 28, I had to face Rapping at that age maybe big mistake For most of my career they said I was weird My music was too smart for people to hear Olympian heights is all that I seek Sill doubting my goals and my reach? I have a paper trail and kept all my receipts Jordan in Utah, Kobe in Boston Paul Pierce in the Garden your silence is golden Who am I? The Martyr, Super King Armor Self published author, touring globetrotter I’m that nigga bet’cha bottom dollar! Chorus New boss same as the old boss Go find yourself a cliff and jump the fuck off I’ve heard this shit all before, demons just morph I’m playing for keeps and purely for sport(2x) Verse 2 But on the real, fuck the haters This is for everyone who showed love Not for the shallow bitches in the club To the people who bought my album and my book To the people who left me money not expecting a look To the women who brought food to a homeless stranger Your charity and kindness not knowing if there was a sense of danger My observation is sharp I don’t miss a beat Long way from the days I couldn’t ride a beat First they was like your name is too long And what’s the gimmick with all of that face paint on Bitch, I’m comfortable in my own fucking skin Not my fault you surround yourself with ordinary men Entrepreneur I harness my gifts Back away from my aura your too close to it Stop acting so familiar we're not friends, we're associates! Chorus New boss same as the old boss Go find yourself a cliff and jump the fuck off I’ve heard this shit all before, demons just morph I’m playing for keeps and purely for sport(4x)

Rogue Nation Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor Intro Snickering, mischievous laughing Verse1 Scandalous shit! Rough housing a bitch! Can’t ask me why she’s in love with the fix! Rogue nation, rope strangling, face chaffing Breathing! Freaking! Reaping wondering whoop’n! Goose bumps, nice girl, good front, demon seeping! Lurking, on the weekend, peeped in, creep’n!! We in, grand ma turf teeth in smile a mile Jaw breathing deacon genital creeping! I deeping sauna a gonna cheesing Good girl gone bad dad sad mom glad Rehab on lag lil brad with the Jag Swimming poo’als with the Hennessy! Baby guurrl..It’s him or meee! Remember when I was deep up in it like Santa Claus in the Chim-eneeyy! I don’t share with the enemyyyy! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! Chorus Filthy rogues everywhere, standup! Freaking on the train and the bus! In the park light or dark no fucks! Caught we don’t pull our pants up! Filthy rogues everywhere, standup! Freaking on the train and the bus! In the park light or dark no fucks! Caught we don’t pull our pants up! Verse2 Time goes by hour to hour Niggas on the ave selling the sour to sour 4am tired as fuh But not trying to go home, see this shorty on the phone You seem like a hungry dog, you wanna bone? Of course baby rogue nationwide you know i'm not playing She said she was friends with thummbbb I was done! Address uber yeah I want sooommee! You know me..The Leeegeennd! I’m not begging! Then shorty said pegging!?! I looked at her like she pulled out the weapon I kicked out the glass and ran the other direction!!! Chorus 4x Filthy rogues everywhere, standup! Freaking on the train and the bus! In the park light or dark no fucks! Caught we don’t pull our pants up! Filthy rogues everywhere, standup! Freaking on the train and the bus! In the park light or dark no fucks! Caught we don’t pull our pants up!

Supe’s Kitchen Feat. Lex Rush Written by Enrae L. Mercer and Alex Rush Intro: When I was in my grandmother's basement, as a ignorant little knuckle head Bouncing off her muthafucking walls. Going crazy and shit. I had to contemplate All the muthafucking ingredients, that compose of the Super King Armor! And hence.. Where we are..SUPES KITCHEN!!! Supe’s Verse On this night of the hunter the mark of the monster Take it upon ya a moment to ponder how Armor will conquer Under the influence go bananas and bonkers And stomp grounds of compounds that calm down Skeletal metals they chemical compounds Vital organs similar leaders with sports crowns The witches meditating over the brew I’m the ghost pepper stirred inside of the stew Sparking your brain and blood vessels inspiring you Seizing the lime of the light, I’m larger than life.. Peace of the pie larger the knife Say peace to the guy when you observe in your sight To heavy even for two arms of a knight You knocked out armed to the teeth choked out with chord of a mic Entrails on a plate, head on a spike Your bones as the spokes on a custom made bike! Vocal intermission Hahahaaaa! Did you know that Jax from Mortal Kombat is my father? And I studied political science under Liu Kang! And you really not gonna believe this shit!! But I learned to chop muthafucking heads off from Kung Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaao!! Chorus Grab a bowl!! Supe’s Kitchen!! Lex Verse My flow flames, scoville propane and ya type wack Even if you’re my old Bay couldn’t fuck with my spice rack So fresh, no ice pack, or preserved no expiration Off the dome when I’m cheffing no recipes or explanation No cappin just an exclamation, my filets are laced with different flavors white wine lemon capers There’s not many of ya I would cape for Cuz I’m barefoot with contessas playing records and just eating baked goods Play the dozens any takers? Trinity laced with bacon Sofrito picadillo braising Roux is dark that’s why ya waiting Mornay with beer we getting wasted Why you salty? you should taste it Herbaceous greens that’s by the cases Inhale it so fragrant, take it in fuck ya whole day up Plan my cabinet like picking state secretary Rice Condoleeza but my freezer full of Ben & Jerry’s Vocal intermission pt.2 Whole the fuck up! You mean to tell me I’m the only motherfucker that does push ups Butt assnaked in the rain! That does pull ups in the arctic circle And does deep squats at the base of an active motherfucking volcano\ This is some bullshit Chorus Grab a bowl bitch! SUPE’S KITCHEN!! Supe’s Verse 2 Who in the kitchen cooking with they tooth missing!? All challengers are welcome but they muse missing Fuse lit then growl gremlin the ground give in Crown slipping eyes pinching like at the booth kissing Commence ass kicking and the bootlicking You full fiction made up by the beautician My new mission acute vision with the corpse ripping

Matter of Fact Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor Verse1 Matter of fact, I’m a Queens kid And when I say Queens I don’t mean Queensbridge Between Franny Lew and Merrick is where I live On the Queens tip I’m below Linden and Murdock Near the gravel pit where even the birds flock When I wore the red black green S.dots Thanks too Kaotic Rawkus for the museum stop I prefer Rammellezee over Basquiat Both them bros grow in they light and they bask a lot Near 7th avenue and the marriott The arcades over there I use to hang a lot Or Green Acres mall where punches were swung a lot Nassau police had niggas running through the parking lot Before Sunrise was tore down that was the dollar van stop Nostalgia usually not my go to But industry niggas love to doubt nigga I told you Bridge When a rapper crutches in a cypher And can’t communicate with all of his or her words That’s when they rely on this hallmark Filler pattern empty space heads emerge The legendary curse of not pacing yourself Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur More often than not to even the best in this world This slip up has repeatedly occurred Hence the word crutching is what this term Falls under and so graciously deserves It’s like being at dinner and all the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes! Oooooh he about to spit some shit!! Chorus If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats This right here is a matter of sax If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats This right here is a matter of sax If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap Verse 2 Drive maseratis for the feel of it Since the tribeca car dealllllership Before netflix and chill killa There was head in the movie theater Mr. Incredible, high off the edible Drinking Georgi, smoking up the vegetables Been nice since that H to the izzo Had a ting for big women way before Lizzo I’m somewhat paranoid might even be schitzo Been weird since the WU did can it be so simple Masteeerrr of my own success Go heavy on my deadlift and my bench press As I spit it, while I spin it Put on a clinic of calisthenics Transformative time in Cal I spent it Care and forgiveness I have no limits Bridge When a rapper crutches in a cypher And can’t communicate with all of his or her words That’s when they rely on this hallmark Filler pattern empty space heads emerge The legendary curse of not pacing yourself Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur More often than not to even the best in this world This slip up has repeatedly occurred Hence the word crutching is what this term Falls under and so graciously deserves It’s like being at dinner and all the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes! Oooooh he about to spit some shit!! Chorus If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats This right here is a matter of sax If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap If it sounds like snitching then it's a matter of rats This right here is a matter of sax If its a poetry slam then it's a matter of snaps If it’s disrespect then it’s a matter of slaps If it’s a std it’s a matter of clap If it get real ugly it’s a matter gats If we talking bodegas it’s a matter of cats Since I said matter of fact then it’s a matter of rap Verse 3 Fan of Big L although he wasn’t a fan of the Knicks Since they fired Mike Woodson they haven’t been shit I still hope Carmelo ends up with a chip Before Toonami and adult swimming I watched anime with no adult supervision My mama covered my eyes when we watched Purple Rain After Prince died I watched it unchained I saw Applonia’s tata’s and never been the same! Bridge When a rapper crutches in a cypher And can’t communicate with all of his or her words That’s when they rely on this hallmark Filler pattern empty space heads emerge The legendary curse of not pacing yourself Leaves your mind a blank and perpetual blur More often than not to even the best in this world This slip up has repeatedly occurred Hence the word crutching is what this term Falls under and so graciously deserves It’s like being at dinner and all the waiters only bringing out trays of the o'devours Or a rapper is really about to say some Dylan hot fire type of ish When he goes matter of fact and the crowd goes! Oooooh he about to spit some shit!!

Written by Enrae L. Mercer aka Super King Armor(1:35pm) 4.12.2021 Verse 1 Fuck it! I can’t think of an intro to this song at all So I’ll throw something and see what sticks to the wall Ever since covid closed the McDonalds on the deuce New York been a ghost town silence is the proof I like the silence, I can hear my inner truth Empty streets the clacking of cowboy boots I fought so long for people’s validation admiration Now surrounded by so much love it’s strangely suffocating Funny once I found I could really do this shit I found myself not putting too much into it D says i’m lazy if my backs not against the wall Hate to admit it he might be right afterall If you came here looking for one liners and punchlines Triple entendres then I’m not your guy But I was born with this absurd amount of drive Energy that feels like a fire inside Pieced it altogether dead & alive the why’s Talk about it so much in all of my rhymes I’m the phoenix risen from the ashes by design Chorus String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter Drifter, drifter… String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter Drifter, drifter… Verse 2 Gazing my granddad’s & mom’s behind my blinds They did it all the time albeit different lines He rose from cancer multiple times she did it From domestic violence automatic pilots Rest & recharge to drive twice as hard Blood in the bedroom, bathroom, and front yard I’ve lived with the same type of electrical charge At the poker table here’s my deck of cards I’d have blue chips for every convo at a bar With a women who tells me “I know who you really are” Oh boy..Don’t say it, don’t say it.. “The armor in your name” she’s gonna say it Covers you from expressing your true feelings Uh no maybe it’s just you that i’m not feeling This whole conversation I haven’t been reeled in Just cause it’s there doesn’t mean I should deal in Chorus String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter Drifter, drifter… String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter Drifter, drifter… Verse 3 Times SQ corner of the H&M Blood racing like I just hit the gym Deep in thought pull ups to the chin So close to a bar I feel it in the skin Perfect rhymes to tell my story with the pen Don’t talk or touch me that’s a distraction Fuck! Why am I always asked for directions? Do these people fall off a bridge in speculation? Or did I guide them safely to their destination? Hmmm...How many circles inner sanctums Have I been a part of and never thanked them? For temporary leave of my mind's asylum? A drifter like my father before me Navigating the stars exploration is my story My time in any group is a short stay I eventually rub everyone the wrong way, i'm out! Chorus String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter Drifter, drifter… String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter String it altogether painting you a different picture Telling you the stories about the lonely hearted drifter Drifter, drifter…