*magical radio channel switching* Baby said I taste like candie Told me “Put it in my face.” So demanding Worries melt away with the body heat Leaving sugar stains in the backseat. Tells me I’m the best, no asking. Oxytocin feel like magic Maybe it’s these chemicals reacting. Baby said I taste like candie Told me “Put it in my face.” So demanding Worries melt away with the body heat Leaving sugar stains in the backseat. Tells me I’m the best, no asking. Oxytocin feel like magic Maybe it’s these chemicals reacting. Dramatic, organic attraction Me-you-together’s a heavenly havoc Us making love leads to property damage I see you starin’ ain’t got to imagine Got my permission babe, go head n grab it. Let’s get it crackin like the windows in the summer Leave no crevice untouched and no spot undiscovered These the chronicle pleasures of a full time lover Movin’ left, right, up, down Get it babe, woah now Left, right, up, down Get it babe, woah now This the world renowned Practice of repopulating Heaven here on earth Everytime we angel baby making Never faking Every moan is authentic I love your DNA Can I borrow your genetics? Baby said I taste like candie Told me “Put it in my face.” So demanding Worries melt away with the body heat Leaving sugar stains in the backseat. Tells me I’m the best, no asking. Oxytocin feel like magic Maybe it’s these chemicals reacting.

Brillo en el sol Pase luz, obsidiana Piel Canela, Mexicana Trenzas crecen como albor de dolor Las semillas son placadas Tengo fuerza en mi alma Pero mano deli- Cada día voy Pa el pueblo En mis sueños El viaje de valor Dormida encima de pericos amarillos Me llevan a lugares bellos, desconocidos Ríos de maravilla y montañas de mármol Todos con sonrisa y palabra de Dios Y palabra de Dios Lugar de descanso Donde todos dan pedazos Viva el amor Y nadie quire dar putasos Claro que peleamos Repararemos a rato Cuéntame tus pensamientos Yo te hago caso Mujeres poderosas Y hombres de miel Oraciones oros Como sangre y piel. Como sangre y piel. Brillo en el sol Pase luz, obsidiana Piel Canela, Mexicana Trenzas crecen como albor de dolor Las semillas son placadas Tengo fuerza en mi alma Pero mano deli- Cada día voy Pa el pueblo En mis sueños El viaje de valor Brillo en el sol Pase luz, obsidiana Piel Canela, Mexicana Trenzas crecen como albor de dolor Las semillas son placadas Tengo fuerza en mi alma Pero mano deli- Cada día voy Pa el pueblo En mis sueños El viaje de valor

(Chorus) Just a dollar and a dream But they charging us to sleep Just a dollar and a dream But they charging us to sleep (Dolla and a) x5 (Verse 1) Starving artist selling poems on the street journal carcass of the man he used to be reciting stanzas on the sidewalk for cathartic qualities convinced that angels tune into every syllable he speaks preachin’ just to keep himself from going off the deep-end he kicks it with his homie’s in the alley on the weekends no fake friends but a handful are imaginary all of them are down as fuck see yo crew is the contrary airy like the loyalty in question peculiar type of artist really puts it in perspective beggars can’t be choosers so he’s asking in selectin’ quenching for a peace of mind can’t calculate the qualitative keeping track of promises in fractions and decimal places hidden faces in the feelings that arise echo in his heart until finally he cries (Chorus) Just a dollar and a dream But they charging us to sleep Just a dollar and a dream But they charging us to sleep (Dolla and a) x5 (Verse 2) Me? Maintain a civilized composure? While casualties are ridden by tax-paying explosives? How naïve of me to fight for peace Upset the belly of the beast Who can’t consume a byproduct of his own goddamn streets. Feastin’ off the flesh of the unfortunate Seasoned with debt, paired with despair He puts a fork in it. He don’t give a flying fuck For that he is notorious See, I’m just trynna figure out Where this goddamn glory is? And why he always get an invitation? Got the means to free but steady Enslaving the nation. More than meets the eye See it’s our minds they’re subjugating Break it outta bondage and they label us as “crazy” or conspiracy theorist solving a puzzle Muzzle on the masses is a million dolla hustle Fuck a racist-fascist bitch, these hands’ll burst your bubble Empty your account and turn empires into rubble (Dolla and a) x10 When the sky rains fire and the flood gates open And there’s no one left to lend it to— Will your dollar save you?

Mente pesada y cargada Porque pilas no me faltan Como criticos Aguantan Este Calle no se pasan Hacen cosas de que no hablo Pido perdon, es dificil ser un Santo cada lado pecadores Muertos viven en tus flores Ay, no llores, amor es Eterno y cosmica Lo defiendo con Valor como una rapatista Fuerza Fria La vida, loca no es mia Es nuestro, adentro de las almas de semillas Is you with the shits? Cause if you really is Then grab your page and pen Your brain and witts Your paper clip Your paper clip (grab your brain and witts, come on get your paperclip) if a - pen is a sword than my words are a gun ideas are ammunition damn I think I’m in love with the syllables slippin’ Off the tip of the tongue speaking to the soul Of our Calendrical sun Talking- Nahui Ollin The four become one Written in the stars and Carried in the blood Dying for the truth And living for the lust But- I Ain’t gonna front Like I aint Hurtin’ from them growing pains We Eatin’ good And stayin’ Sicker than a surfer’s slang The only certainty Is everything is prone to change So it’s insane to think That through the thick I’d stay the same Thunderstorms and hurricanes Evil eyes with demon fangs Preying on some pretty thangs Sacrificing souls for fame A Buncha lames Kinkin’ the catastrophic boy your boys are basic see my songs are super sonic I used to melt metal with my mind before I lost it Now I’m freezin’ all the agua as it’s comin’ out the faucet heavy hand and an even tighter grip so you know i’ll hold it down like a Rucca with the shits this that pistol origami call it paper clip you can find me where the west side is I got the juice my Homies they got the gin woman weed and weather Shawty tricks are for kids no chip on my shoulder One on my chin only sparring I do with these papers and pens We just picking up momentum - Santa Ana winds Callin’ Quetzocuatl and Xolo Toani twins like-- Is you with the shits? Cause if you really is Then grab your page and pen Your brain and witts Your paper clip Your paper clip (grab your brain and witts, come on get your paperclip)

Hey fisherman, reel me in if you can It’s a deep blue sea Hey fisherman , I know you want me in your hands but Let me breathe Hey Fisherman, I am the ocean’s and the land’s I was - born to swim free Hey Fisherman Hey mr. Fisherman Follow me Upstream Against the current Difficult but I wish we weren’t Swift little swimmer Gotta be observant See you toss the same hooks to every other woman Cause this West Coast water sure is tasty Hey fisherman, reel me in if you can It’s a deep blue sea Hey fisherman , I know you want me in your hands but Let me breathe Hey Fisherman, I am the ocean’s and the land’s I was - born to swim free Hey Fisherman Hey mr. Fisherman Follow me

Prod. by Enoc Mixed by Brian to Earth Mastered by Intentional Sound

*channels switching* News Anchor: Thank you for tuning into your local West Coast Weather Report. Now, we’ve got some strange occurrences going on. It seems that there’s a cold front developing from the 714 area. You know, we’ve really never seen anything quite like this. Back to you, Diane. (You ain’t ever seen nothing quite like this. It’s Frosty.) This bitch is unique high frequencies be in tune when she speak oh and she a freak pupils on her cause they all wanna peak yes I’ve been down but I’ve never been weak been balling up since I won MVP yeah move heavy I carry the team I got a good aim And I’m great on my knees protecting my plate by any all means brick wall, try and get past me spittin’ rhymes like a D1 athlete many have tried but can’t copy exactly a comedic tragedy You actin’ real funny, ain’t nobody laughing I’m chemical X you don’t want no reaction Newest edition yall stuck on subtraction (never met a motherfucker quite like me, quite like me, quite like me) x3 don’t give a fuck about the skrilla you got I’m independent, I got my own Guap Stay on my grind I practice a lot see I ain’t ever met a motherfucker quite like me, quite like me, quite like me I ain’t ever met a motherfucker quite like me, quite like me, quite like me, no Ohhh shiiitt, you are now listening to a Frosty exclusive. So sit down. Fuck what you heard. Listen and observe. I’m feeling pretty icy We different degrees Betta bundle up tightly Aint here to appease Give a fuck who don’t like me Stay posted, rent free In the depths of your pyche you haters is bland I stay on my spicy stick to the plan and stop all the biting twitch in your eye when you see me smilin’ bitch I’m at peace don’t want to get violent your energy is a toxic island talking about me you bitches is wilin’ if you ain’t scared then come out of hidin’ ridin’ my dick like you got a license no need to explain Honey I keep it private I put on a show you still on the pilot see I move in silence working through the virus Be on my own wave Just call me Poseidon (Ohhh shittt) See, I can sense a hidden motive from a mile away listening to my gut tells me don’t trust what you say Yeah, I can sense a hidden motive from a mile away listening to my gut tells me don’t trust what you say see I never met a motherfucker quite like me, quite like me, quite like me I never met a motherfucker quite like me, quite like me, quite like me, no You ain’t ever met a motherfucker quite like her, quite like her, fuck what ya heard You ain’t ever met a motherfucker quite like her, quite like her, fuck what ya heard

Red like the blood that’s in your eyes too much white light will make the world go blind But the blue sky reflects what’s on its mind and the three murdering my beliefs This that ancient tribal method of survival never thought I’d ever see the Diablo flex the Bible like performative recital a story of cosmic rivals an eye for an eye I will have us blind upon arrival brown feminine disciple teaching lessons of the land stories of the seeds and potent potions of the plants when the rivers run dry our tears will fill them up again we are the stars up on your skin the shadow of the wind the heaven in your heart resisting genocidal sin how prophetic can it be coming from mouths of tainted men don’t you ever forget the prophetess that brought you in creator of your kin and eighth wonder of the world oracles exist inside the hearts a little girls don’t call me exotic motherfucker I’m indigenous and even in your most evolved state you couldn’t get with this I’m done being polite cause shit don’t ever get done I’ll die to defend before I’ll ever turn and run Johnny’s got a gun Well this woman’s got a weapon word to warrior spirit being righteous is relentless spent his last seconds actin’ senseless pay in pennies for heaven but it’s free to meet you maker So, let’s quit all the pretendin’ the price he’ll pay will be a world without apostrophes he will turn to hell forever trying to possess me a deadly daughter of the earth and mother to the masses hit you where it hurts too much testosterone is tragic mercy ain’t magic but it’s too late to imagine forget about the past as it seems to be a habit But baby don’t be dramatic cause I ain’t his peace or his-panic at the disco and if it’s too complex suppose I’ll break it down real simple I’m the wave and the ripple nimble, slangin’ triple sixes, all my I’m a bitches speak in code and watch for signals don’t call me exotic motherfucker I’m indigenous So save all your assumptions for bitches that’s lackin’ melanin can’t stand the heat then get the fuck up out the kitchen and don’t be testing waters that wasn’t yours to begin with wanna get specific Blood and bones be Mexica Hear it in my tone And rythmn bumpin’ in ya speakers I’d be lying if I said “it’s really nice to meet ya” and you’d be dead by now if I refused to be a teacher waves’ll beat ya and eat ya and witness as you wipe out wash you up to shore where everybody got the lights out show you through the land you got the nerve to say “it’s my now” guess we in the wildest of the wild wild West put the speakers on blast and let the truth to the rest see I’m an old soul I got a lot to confess we’ve been here before 1492 native to the land Motherfucker who are you? got your continent’s confused I ain’t here to blow your mind I’m just here to light the fuse Red like the blood that’s in your eyes too much white light will make the world go blind But the blue sky reflects what’s on its mind and the three murdering my beliefs

Tension off my shoulders the seconds getting older and fuck what they told you yesterday I see you in the distance you talk but they won’t listen to what you got to say Patience is a virtue but waiting it can hurt you your mental and emotional state So, protect Puvungna the lightning and the thunder the stars will shine bright in their name Seven caves seven caves Seven days seven days hands off the earth the soil yes the dirt it’s ours and we’re here to stay it’s the centuries in your veins it’s the fate you can escape it’s the ripple and the wave the pleasure and the pain it’s all one in the same Seven days seven days seven caves seven caves Won’t be the last and I sure ain’t the first To notice the patterns present on Earth.

From beginning to the end I am me and we are them How many minutes can you spend? Won’t you please lend me your hand? From beginning to the end From beginning to the end Faces on the clock start to melt off the walls seconds into puddles time reflects on the floor Oh, how I adore a switch in the systematic circus of these socialized methods of acrobatics it’s pragmatic to tilt the axis Break links in the chain reaction Counteraction I ain’t talkin’ bout getting freaking on furniture fluid as the wave that flows in infinite curvatures absurd a ya, to think you’re exempt circular rhythm that rotates the land the water, the earth and all mortal kin for what used to be shall return once again so I’ll let it all go just let the rest in surrender the self for the soul to ascend Cause it’s easy to die But it’s hard to exist guess it is what it is From beginning to the end I am me and we are them How many minutes can you spend? Won’t you please lend me your hand From beginning to the end From beginning to the end Yesterday's weight carries on into today molded in another shape feelings start to morphe like clay meditate on the thought that’s like a GammaRay pierces through my sacred space refused to let it ricochet ricochet, ricochet activate the divine spirit to lead the way take me to another place I finally get to fade away Fade away, fade away Fade away dissolve into outer space Use me as the ether’s interface From beginning to the end I am me and we are them How many minutes can you spend? Won’t you please lend me your hand From beginning to the end