Koga Shabazz
Verse 1

Obligatory first line
Inventory futile
Life is lived in circles get it popping in the turnstiles
I rap for the orange juice, live for the work
Give a fuck If it ain't worthwhile
Plus cuz', what's work when you love the shit?
And what's a bullet, to a chamber, to a temple for the fuck of it
Or rather for the check up off your bucket list
Shoulda did it last son, now the others blank
Just leave my lyrics for the sanscript
I came in with my pride, I ain't leaving here empty handed
Lightning if it matters, for I die from this cancer
Doctor more heat then Mozambique
Used to be, more passive than a 3 man weave
Now I, thread bullets through the tight ends chest
High as shit and still gon' write my check bitch
Homer, over abundance of the stupid shit
Or trying sound deep, patna' you at the coral reef
Figures, go and Shimmy up the white mans pole
Then he divvy up the quotas
Threw a little money, try and coax us wit sum snow dust
A fool in the eyes of my enemy, I like that
A tool in my game of lobotomy, despite that
Obligatory violence, feed him to the meerkats, the audience is smiling

Samsara
Verse 2

X-Ray vision gave me clarity
The only reason I can see you fuck niggas glowing up, barely
Still release the demon defeater, beast belly eater
Feening for a comfortable rapper, on his off season
Cleaning up I'm sure we look dapper
Black on black we looking at you from the inside, out of the auditorium
Spit the 16 when I'm speaking at your memorial
When real niggas bleed, you see sparkling crimson
Stars on my wristband, bitch slapping your mans
I wish a nigga would try tell me I'm not the man
You woulda shoulda could type niggas not in demand
Cognitive processes to hatch a plan from the projects
Blindfolded I snatch the sword before it hit my backside
Enough courage to carry ink pens to a gun fight