bringing shadow to light blurry vision to sight weight & width to height it's after hours tonight disregard your rebuttal under light poles we huddle in a cipher my lifetime is like jail 'til i die, i'm a lifer rap reciter sucker m.c. inviter comp devastater me and you like outkast "elevators" urban essence relater shit on hit paraders off the top of the head of the class debater you're just a customer, i'm even serving waiters ghetto like black kids and now n' laters killing off early to rise blood clots and what not i make it hot like the equator crash landing on your mental plane taking flight like alpha the end all, similar to omega silencing the shouters, don't disturb this groove or attempt to disrupt this set swing mood when the clock reads late bliss and euphoria be my aura i could go on for days, i mean nights on these moon lit tangents but for now i'll give you more off... my whole existence is a 3 a.m. world big up to all b-boys and after midnight girls knowmassive, lacing you with joints that'll nod heads after the party's gone when the lights go off, then it's on my whole existence is a 4 a.m. world big up to all b-boys and after midnight girls knowmassive, lacing you with joints that'll nod heads after the party's gone when the lights go off, then it's on my whole existence is a 5 a.m. world big up to all b-boys and after midnight girls knowmassive, lacing you with joints that'll nod heads after the party's gone when the lights go off, then it's on

i put it down like insult the best hip hop crew ever knowmass be the result and the best outcome we connect like the letter 'x' to the name malcolm weak mic speakers getting on how come? the cause to the effect the prime to the suspect affection to the object the mic to the speaker i be the adversary to rap's weaker paint a vivid picture bleaker happiness live in the barrel of a warm gun yo my niggas grip your heaters and turn out son's light the flammable substance ignite the quiet riot incite the party crasher invite the speech toucher podium rusher nay sayer husher cooler than december in russia speak when spoken to that goes for you and your crew when i force the issue of being a knowmass speaker one two, one two

and we fly and by night we fly we extrovert the shy pay dues or die survival of the fit to get by living proof the truth dead weight to lies massive to know highest of the low back up to high fuck a bitch trickin' chicken finger lickin' sight and sound system kickin' carjack black on black vicin' ghetto residential rolex presidential time counterclockwise clockwork tickin' hypnotic loop pickin' and we do this all night when it's after hours everything is alright knowmass sound pounded down to earth like punishments and being grounded lift off on the soft above clouds when i get fly only answers no questions, so why ask why? your flows are more unsure than 'maybe' or 'might' 150 pound weight, 5'11" in height complexion shade the opposite of white on the late bright idea i dimmed the light slowed up the hurry and blurried the sight commercial niggas fucked it up but i do it in spite peace or war virgin or whore loose or tight, in or out silence or shout for the early days or the late nights and now it's late night

forever's motion verses the movements of still melt the man of steel rocks thrown at juliet's window sill she knows the deal welcome to reality's surreal diction's fiction in an eternal argument with 'keep it real' signed and delivered fates are sealed recite off the top bill bet your bottom dollar necktie lynching collars harmonic ebonic expression from the youth's sonic to marley marl's symphonic 4.0 scholar tears for fears 'shout' primal scream team makes me wanna holler hyper lounge sound dim the light shadow bound cipher's still well round martin denny found sound phil harmony imagine these sort of, kind of rap cats harming me knowmassive is a whole 'nother way of viewing this rap thing next shit swing new shit bring vague, subtleties and calms jason's rhyme texture lectures connects ya like niggas giving hugs and interlocking palms my aura and steeze be ease no matter written or frees old school like the crease in your dungarees by lee's sub zero degree m.c.'s freeze cold shoulder given to all these newborn o.g.'s and b.s. m.c.'s acting all wild with no style, but really mild mannered like 'thank you' & 'please' cooler than a virgin island breeze blowing in from overseas i feel harmonic sublime like incidents and instances of coincidence and the irony in ironic i feel harmonic

no exiting the enter stellar when you're entering the cellar caught between a rock and a hard place caught in the middle of an ending time and a tight space thugs wanna tighten their face while these females walk around all full of themselves and not really even worth the chase acting like they're stars so we buy them drinks in bars and then they want you to feel priviledged for you letting them ride inside of your car step by step, that fetch is far you know who i are, who i am when my word is spoken, believe it slams like a lex door j is the cat next door to the interplanetary constellations put knowmassive on your 'best of hip hop' compilation without contemplation, or deep concentration thoughts speed through galaxies i suffer from abnormalities and societal formalities gray matter of fact is actuality so enter into the stellar

yo, why you be acting all funny with the funny style honeychild charge up my credit cards and spending mad money wild honeychild talking 'bout kids & weddings & spending the honeymoon on a sunny isle honeychild you can turn a gray sky into clear blue with your sunny smile honeychild spending every night of the week running wild honeychild i had another honey but she was tricking off my money foul honeychild on your neck i place a hickey, tasty flavor sticky selective about my main joints, a nigga's picky but will still let most of the female population lick me edible, bustin' orgasms incredible writing rhymes legible would rather maintain gettin' brain and head-ible than bustin' captions and lead-ibles after i hit off the queen bee, i just let honey be and let her live by the words i spit in my styles than be free and that's real like dip's name is mac austin or graf be yuri lee if def leppard pours sugar, i pour honey so says j the emcee honeychild

80 hour work week working two 9 to 5's holding down multiple gigs, a struggle just to stay alive give up a third of my life to punch a clock, it's do or die from the streets of san francisco to the projects in bed-stuy and everywhere in between businesses, corporations and conglomerations got us all fucked up in an attempt to make that green before you see any loot, all your money's spent on paying the rent and then the government takes it's percent i.r.s. infringe on your ends so hang up that pipe dream of pushing a benz no poppin' cristal and moet with friends and girlfriend don't see no loot, so you probably won't see no skins but hey yo no question, this is progression congressional, professional, confessional, progressional a regress of progress, and now i confess and declare war on the american dream i got thoughts of ill schemes for the mass amount of cream with my knowmassive team, we making progress, right? or so it seems... we got more, we care less the mentality's 'get mine', fuck the rest life in the big city adds on to the stress this is what we strive for, but is this really progress?

patience is a virtue, silence is golden knowmass is platinum & the days of my past are now considered olden so what you holdin' besides that empty bottle of moet? i told you once before goddamn it, i'm a poet so just know it, when i flow it past tense; flew it and fluid is what i flow like when i bring the mid to night 10 out of 10 when i receive 5 mics i told my dogs to get at me & make those puppies hush rush a lyrical lush with some of that lyrical plush mass music be atmospheric and airy as the world fluctuations varies y'all talk in whispers like conversations in the library the code of the streets, movement is stop the violence if you speak out of turn, then you break the code of silence new knowmass joint, cop that and go buy it now all the wack motherfuckers, be quiet

quiet kept topic viewpoint optic 20/20 visual peep it on the low secret agent, mister minimize ruckus to whispers rock steady crazy legs hey yo, i heard shorty gives crazy head like mental instability emcees lack ability low voltage surge running through their mic utility fragile, agile, no word dexterity, or verb agility knowmass looks for disorientation in tranquility to find balance in the music, 7-digit offers, let's make a deality examine possibilities but yo, yo shhh!!! let's keep our movements under wraps and size up competitors that come wack over raps with no wit or new perspectives bad receptive ain't got nothing to make me say 'oh shit' money's on some next shit the way he connects shit in his text, shit! complicated and mad complex shit doing it out of love and not for checks shit like that don't happen like it used to happen back when real emcees were the only ones allowed to be rappin' now as a prerequisite, you gotta rhyme about mad cappin' back shottin', street sweepin', shell sprayin', and gun clappin' but while you're on that, i'll be akai pad tappin' watching your demise due to your subject matter overlappin' no love from the streets thanks to weak beats you get no dap and ultimately you'll just fall the fuck off all because you slept but i won't tell if you don't, quiet as kept we rush on hush study the science of silence bring quiet to riots and raise voices high on the down low waking those that slept out loud or on the quiet as kept

it's been a long time since i talked to you and it's been even longer since i walked with you yo, we used to do everything together i was your friend 'til the end and down for whatever for better or worse, now i know the time on measuring forever did either one of us anticipate this thing splitting us apart? nah, not never ever i wish i could change fate & win an arm wrestling match with the hands of time instead of mourning a good thing gone bad within the lines of this rhyme shedding a single tear when i write these lines these days i drown in the rain and get blinded by the sunshine i wonder if you even look the same our time fucking went before it came i feel an uneasy breeze when i hear your name best friends become strangers & the song remains the same we were imperfect friends, now we're perfect strangers

late night sleepholds is massive bear witness to the divine as i intervene between scenes vivid dreams hold the audience captive hear my camp on the radio active energetic verbal kinetics making calm moods hectic emcees approach & then regret it lyrical choke hold like spock in the boom box from the ghetto to the boondocks my tune knocks hard rocks out the box y'all know the time, so why do y'all clock? exoskeleton key to unlock glocks on cock knowmassive the difference between tranquility & shell shock somebody watching me, dyslexia in reverse, i well-rock concentration deep sleephold catch z's fucking with this true emcee adding on to plus degrees rest is an ill whore sleeping with the cousin of death living on borrowed time, late's last breath you keep it gangsta, you keep it thugged out i'll keep it abstract, i'll keep it bugged out

walk on water kiss the sky praise the low horizon rise and the sun, it falls into the sea and the moon, it hides behind the clouds and the sea & sky start to meet and the sun, it falls into the sea close your eyes tell me what you see free as the air that you breathe and the sun, it falls into the sea and the sun, it falls into the sea

If only tonight we could sleep In a bed made of flowers If only tonight we could fall In a deathless spell If only tonight we could slide Into deep black water And breathe And breathe Then an angel would come With burning eyes like stars And bury us deep In his velvet arms And the rain would cry As our faces slipped away And the rain would cry Don't let it end

and it's sad to say that i came from you and it's sad to say that i came for you tell the story that was passed down forget everything, it's in the past now hang from the branches of your family tree i pick & choose my friends and family come from nowhere with no history final destination a mystery and you call yourself my dearest friend and you call yourself my nearest friend your dead start was my living end where the tide raise & the sky descends and it's bad to say that i came from you and it's bad to say that i came for you

on our journey into beyond hip hop culture has yet to iron out the ripple effect from the rhyme stones that i cast into rap's pond i'm on golden journeys to the core of 3 a.m., world unfoldin' mysteries of the unknown repeating itself is histories of emcees clutching microphones knowmassive steeze avoids commonplace's void stay grounded by day and fly by night i'm rod serling on microphones entering into this zone's twilight wordplay paintings on exhibit at the night gallery talk is fluent, the new born kids are out of the old school truant we're on the quest for affluent salaries my lyrical mentions exits obtusely through acute dimensions as i max well higher than the highest of ascensions accidental happenings on purpose with purpose my intended intention is beat-breaking on all sides time multiples divide divine intervention fall into the downward spiral into the center of this word labyrinth closer we're inching to minimize all you guys who fail when you try mindset shortened from expulsion to suspension wack emcee closure career decomposure you're not a demi-god, you're less than a semi-god a multimedia whore like demi moore in 'disclosure' in comparison to what i compose in my composure i don't keep enemies because i don't keep friends off the hair, off the head, i'm one step ahead of split ends no one finer yet you're only a minor threat your tracks are one beat off your image of hardcore has now gone soft heads talking more madness than one step beyond knowmassive exceeding rap's next level within our songs turn the pager, cellular phone, the microphone is prone to experiment within the realms of the unknown we be the thought drought shrouded lonely in crowded capacity filled rooms when hands clap in appreciation for jason's lyrics raps are bap, and beats are boom inhale then elevate to alter standard mind states on the plane of no equate to equal to when we pummel the podium during this rap debate bring the heavy to the weightless shape up the shapeless wording and bonding knowmassive be beyond, beyonder, beyondest knowmassive...beyonding

and we fly and by night we fly we extrovert the shy pay dues or die survival of the fit to get by living proof the truth dead weight to lies massive to know highest of the low back up to high fuck a bitch trickin' chicken finger lickin' sight and sound system kickin' carjack black on black vicin' ghetto residential rolex presidential time counterclockwise clockwork tickin' hypnotic loop pickin' and we do this all night when it's after hours everything is alright knowmass sound pounded down to earth like punishments and being grounded lift off on the soft above clouds when i get fly only answers no questions, so why ask why? your flows are more unsure than 'maybe' or 'might' 150 pound weight, 5'11" in height complexion shade the opposite of white on the late bright idea i dimmed the light slowed up the hurry and blurried the sight commercial niggas fucked it up but i do it in spite peace or war virgin or whore loose or tight, in or out silence or shout for the early days or the late nights and now it's late night

get inside yourself and then define yourself and get lost while you find yourself