Artist: Isaiah Rashad Album: Cilvia Demo Song: Soliloquy Typed by: Cedmaster3K {*DJ stratches + Isaiah Rashad ad-libs for 10 seconds*} [Isaiah Rashad] Yo, I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy Couldn't hit the grind but makin' babies, I'm crazy Smokin' bouquet, cop it from my niggas pushin' daisies Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance Tough as +Conan+ this the art of barbarian I got four white girls, all Aryan I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em, it's a revolution Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover She savin' children by the low and guzzle, what is muscle? And I'm finessin' like I'm Timmy Duncan, win you somethin' Immaculate, this scatter rappin', no passin' my blunt Don't you put me on freshman covers, I'm posin' with lunch Think they worthy of presence presently passin' 'em up No competing with bleachers joggin' I'm runnin' amuck Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper Leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the cult is back Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones Watchin' movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet Belly full of smog again, ciggys just make me nauseous Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious But you jammin' out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit Ponzi scheme sellin' everybody dreams Killer like your neighbor, I'm as nice everybody seems We just breakin' bad and my brother serving Walter White Hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist Momma, where the Priests at? Why we gotta lease that? Why we can't own that? All these fed loaners Ain't no forewarnin' came bombin' and I'm just Vietnam If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son {*TV static*}