I was seven with affection for my grandfather’s personal collection I grip the smith n Wesson, I'm bustin’ cans in the back Back of the woods, packin’ the goods, packin’ the wood Four o'clock we had our private sessions, Busting off aggression is a rural thing, Back room smellin’ stank from the moonshine being made Became an adolescent, Mind state domestic, A bit of pessimist, wondering if I'll ever change I'm comin’ to cope with the fact that I'm never gonna make a million, but I plan on moving past that Rap today is half assed, so in the end Under my breath, the last laugh risen from is cat nap, Match that I'm perceived as thug, Believe that bogus These colours that I masked Are screaming “Come show it” This fucking white trash, cooking dinner smashed, bogie lit, bucket cap to the back, This evil twin is here, now at last I'm in the back woods shooting 22’s with my grandfather It’s a rural thing, It’s a fucking rural thing Tattoo in the back room, moonshine made It’s a rural thing It’s a fucking a rural thing Back pack, bogie lit, bucky hat, chewin’ hay It’s rural thing It’s a fucking rural thing I'm in the back woods, shooting 22’s with my grandfather It’s a mawfuckin’ rural thing The same Broken bottle from the hallow tip my dad swallow in the model whip, afraid to bother him Coming to think of it now we the polar opposites Drinking a fifth, Letting it pour down Our esophagus When the liquor hits, I'm throwing fists, my common sense becomes a mosh pit My dad pulled the 45 screaming “Let it rip” My Trigger finger itching within seconds when I seen he took the 357 with him He had to hold my arms cause the kicks almost split my fucking wrist, Shit was intense He looked me in the fucking eye n said “This could blow lions head, don't you fuck with it boy, This a real man’s gun, no this ain’t no fucking toy” I’m taking the mic, n I'm grippin’ n telling my story, lookin’ upon the gory scenes you might of thought I was corny surely, I'm in the back field, acting like this a fucking shooting range Tell your rents, “I'm your worst nightmare, bitch” I'm in the back woods shooting 22’s with my grandfather It’s a rural thing, It’s a fucking rural thing Tattoo in the back room, moonshine made It’s a rural thing It’s a fucking a rural thing Back pack, bogie lit, bucky hat, chewin’ hay It’s rural thing It’s a fucking rural thing I'm in the back woods, shooting 22’s with my grandfather It’s a mawfuckin’ rural thing

Get up in the car, The moon lighting up my scars They combine and collide like the night with stars I peel down this mine field, my mind breaks the floor I find out it’s ideal, my mind yields a sword The sunrise, the skyline, it’s my time to feel the bright side, the wind smooth, the vibe is so real My thoughts be so rapid, the force be attacking, It’s cracking the mirror, the anger attaching, I’m masking my fear I finna end up in a casket when I’m goin’ a buck ten That shit is too aggressive for the mind state I’m in Say “goodbye” to the past, and “hello” to my sins Cause my future’s looking fast, but I see a little grim See, life is like a car; Ride Slow Enjoy the finer things before you lose control Cause the simple things in life are the things that make us glow I’m driving on that yellow line so I can let go I ride slow, my eyes closed the sun shines so I let go My mind flows So I step stone And rise up to cherish my life I ride slow, my eyes closed The sun shines, so I ride slow My mind flows So I let go Of all the things that never went right Hit the brakes real fast, might crash As the herd of cattle pass Squeal my tires, smell the burning fire Fueling up the gas, I'm low The back roads, I chose There's no place like home Before I grip the microphone Now we roll these back fields for real And everybody telling me I don't look the part Because I look like a thug, and I know my street smarts Cause my situation was a little different than your local individual But forget it My prophecy was prominent, my mama said it I'mma raise Armageddon Til I find my inner peace in me And my conscious be It's gotta be settled, there's no more father words It's that baby faced rebel dropping bass and popping treble Head banging, heavy metal I'm on a different elevated level You can step up to my fellows My life's an instrumental that I cruise to Smoke one, cruise smooth I ride slow

Visualize the purity, my insecurity Is certainly cursing me, strayin’ away from the currency It never occurred to me, the essence of adolescence isn’t the same as maturity, but that isn’t news to me My anxiety is worsening Sobriety isn’t worth a serenity Fuck it, give me a bottle as I swallow down my sorrows, I be lookin’ like my father Theses genes to follow, becoming someone that you hate, Man, it seems so hollow That people lookin’ at me like I’m something great, When I get to heaven, God, please open up the gates I can’t continue never sinning if I’m looking for forgiveness to a higher power that I know is fake I’m searchin’ for the purpose of my life, cause the future is tomorrow, and tomorrow could be the day That it all fades away, And I open up my eyes to a casket; it awaits. Tryna’ figure out my life right now, Everything just ain’t alright right now Tryna figure out my life right now, everything just ain’t alright right now Tryna figure out my life right now, You wanna tell me how to live it, You could bounce right now, Tryna figure out my my fate right now The music is the reason I ain’t break Right now Someone Please tell me Right now Why I'm feelin’ this way when I know I’m free just breathe

Evacuate the premises, for you bite the bullet n I be so intelligent Why, you so irrelevant, I.. Be getting benefits, you are too commercial, Real players haters, you ain't coming around my circle Focused on my element, gettin’ these dead presidents Hangin’ with grown folk, I'm drinking n blowing smoke While I'm thinking about the past, moving forward, hit the gas, Long track well awaited, pause that, Jay Forbes burn a fatty, Cavy instigating bullshit on the daily Speakers up blast baby, Oh, you mad cause I'm doing me? Oh, you mad cause you ain’t doing you? You can look up in my eyes, see the fire, see I'm wired, down, set, ready, go N any moment now, got the crowd screamin’ go, I made my momma proud with the goals I been working for this an Armageddon flow, Toe to toe with baby faced rebel, hoe I'm bringing it back, the real rap, swinging it back, like I do, You fuckin’ around with lunatics, coming from the boonies, bitch Who is this? Young, fresh, I wile out, Underground rappers need a time out Michael Scofield couldn't break the bars I create, bet my future on the line, playing high stakes Ryan is a king, Jay is an ace, so slick, go quit, if you ain't fucking with the business Invest in yourself, it’s survival to the fittest swipe the game out, you rappers better listen Before you squeeze n pull it, I believe you need know that Sugar coat it -- yes, to the fullest, bite the bullet Mind over matter, focused to the fullest Before you Bite the Bullet (Before you Bite the Bullet) Mind over matter, focused to the fullest, Before you squeeze and pull it, you better Bite the Bullet Bite the Bullet x 2 Mind over matter, so go ahead and pull it Bite the Bullet x 2 Mind over matter, so go ahead and pull it Jay Forbes Yo My rap career is a blizzard, I spit the coldest raps I thank a fan with a hand shake and a photograph I kill these haters they can't bare it like a Kodiak Look into my eyes they compare it to the zodiac Planets collide, I'm Canada's pride I handle my rhymes while staring in an amateur’s eyes People say "I'm such a fan of you guys, I can’t believe it's Jay Forbes that I'm standing beside" I run tracks so my stamina’s fine I'll make a rapper wrap it up then start to panic and cry Flow’s nuts like Stevo, but I kinda rap fast Label me a girlfriend stealer, because I jack ass I'm here with Cavy so it's time to score Rappers got no spinal cord, listen to this lion roar, I am raw You can't compete with me I'm in my own lane When I rap it's going down like some liquid cocaine So feel ashamed that you can't rock with us Check a show, we got 8 legs on the stage like an octopus People wanna copy us, from PEI to the Mad City metropolis We're known like Anonymous You better bite the bullet, but never bite my lines If you want to you can hire me to write your rhymes But then calling you a rapper is false You've got child's needs but you wanna rap with adults? I'm a heavyweight MC, homie don't tempt me I paid dues you tried to buy with 10 g's We all been through the struggle cause it's a part of life But to fit in is the only reason that you bought a mic Why you hating man? You should probably take a stand Go out there and sell 100 albums just to make a grand Before you squeeze and pull it focus to the fullest Accept the fact you're gonna have to bite the bullet Mind over matter, focused to the fullest Before you Bite the Bullet (Before you Bite the Bullet) Mind over matter, focused to the fullest, Before you squeeze and pull it, you better Bite the Bullet Bite the Bullet x 2 Mind over matter, so go ahead and pull it Bite the Bullet x 2 Mind over matter, so go ahead and pull it

The balance in my life is fallen Imagine if you spent your life stalling n crawling Every single muscle is starving You see the light calling You find it, you grab it, you hold it So close, near Now you forget that word “fear” Then you look up in that mirror Then everything shatters Then your light disappears You got these ropes made of steel, tryna hold you back from the happiness Adios, amigo I'm fucking done with life I'm fucking done with friends, n I'm fucking done with mics I'm fucking done with pain I'm fucking done with chasing lights (I quit) You ain't seen the shit that I been through Father’s drunk, keep it calm Mom dukes Getting pushed around, Never took it by surprise When he said he didn't love you As I close my eyes I fear it isn't you (he didn't love you) Spent my nights dreaming I've spent my life scheming These rhymes put the pieces to the puzzle together Looking at the picture that I built, it's so deceiving Now that my passion is killed Stand still Haven't I learned that a picture tells a thousand words My anger and my nerves, scripted through my curves Chasing after peace, but the meaning is a blur If I touch it I'm afraid n concerned that I will get burned My eyes blood shot, now my pupils gone black My arms get numb, then my soul gets trapped Ringing in my ears, now my lips gone blue My conscious can't speak n of course I can't move This is what it's like in my fucking tomb x 3 This is what it's like, this is now my new room Go He didn’t love you My conscious can’t speak, and of course I can’t move, He said he didn’t love you This is what it’s like in my fucking tomb

So abstract, Keep that moving Never let a motherfucker know your movement life's too short I'm at the point now feeling like I'm lost can't see the right now Listen I got a vision, n I'm on a mission hoping that I'm gonna blow with the wind though Cracks in my heart like the cracked window They said I’d never do it but you never know though Chillen in my room, practicing, Lost so many friends to this rapping shit Back when I started, back then You told me “just pack it in” But I never gave up, you never showed love till I went way up People say, I was always here To show love But back at my first show you never showed up Gotta keep my head up x3 Hearing voices in my head You act like you never used to clown Insecure, feeling down, some days I feel Like I'm gonna quit, not passionate about the rhymes I spit I wanna be an inspiration, these times I'm facing, it's complicated so impatient, Thinking I'ma hit the studio, automatically -- make a banger but it never works like that, bring back, take a gasp, When you write about the past it's hard Don't act like it's not, but it feels good get it off your chest, light a cigarette, take a breath, put your life to the test I protect my dream, I protect my team, till death of me, if it wasn't for them, I’d have hard finding my peace Gotta keep my head up x3 Hearing voices in my head

I could never change for the money and the fame Here to make a change, I'm the one the to blame Because of me all these people went their separate ways God please forgive me from the choices that I made for all the bullshit that I created Sitting in my room and I’m conversating with this pen and a piece of paper I swear, this pen, be my only friend, I felt like this, ever since I was 10 People say they got my back so why am I so scared to trust again Am I here for a reason? Cause momma told me I was unexpected I just wanna make her feel the reason why I came up in the world Was to make her happiness shine Impossible the word that makes our dreams blind Impossible is what they told me when my little brother wasn’t supposed make it out the fuckin’ hospital Now who the fuck is you Cuss me out for rapping, let me tell you something dude You got a dream too? Oh you playin’ hockey? You cry about a broken bone? Fuck it, I’m alone an I came up from a broken home I hate the word “peace” it should be harmony cause everybody gots their own notes From highs and lows ups and downs People told me i was shit all Forget this rappin' shit, Ryan (give up, give up; you’ll never make it) Stick ta playin' ball while my teachers on my ass Sayin’ why the fuck you even bother showin’ up for class All you do is day dream, Write raps Smoke weed, blunt wraps Bitch, you don’t fuckin’ know me Smoke now, cry loud, when you die slowly Now I got these evil deeds tryna’ haunt me Now all the sudden cancer coming at my family My dad’s drinkin’ more than ever, man I’m losing sanity

Feeling like million, came up as local Went dolo On them beats, now I'm blowing like Chernobyl Went solo, Now your girl tryna get photo, Lighting up the city cause we going global, fully focused is our motto Bounce Now Make the ground shake, Everybody in the room, grab a girl like a groomsman Only wiling out when I'm boozing, Lemme light it up n take a puff and now I'm cruising Oh ya know We Surrounded by them good fellas, feeling like Nelson Mandela Tryna be remembered for my words The sound had the burbs profound, Even if the cops come around it’s gonna take the government to shut this shit down Today was a good day, funny a it's Monday, n must say Treating life like runway Get loud, get loud! Now we dance around the clouds We ain't never coming down Everybody put your motherfucking hands up (put your hands up, put your hands up) Everybody put your motherfucking doobies n your dranks in the air Middle fingers up, it’s the summer, we don't give a fuck Flicking my cigarette butt, drinking a bottle of rum, showed up at the spot half buzzed Went to bed with my clothes on, woke up in the morning with my shoes gone and my shirt off My arm hairs been burnt off, Flash backs attack from the Smirnoff Smelling stank from the night before, such a turn off My stomach saying “Why Ryan?” Dance around the fire, Generation Y Getting wired, parental discretion has now been advised If you a 90's baby, Generation Y, put your pinky and your thumb up (your pinky and your thumb up) You gotta get down On them Country Roads, This the local drinking, pissing on the neighbours lawn, never thinking flow So put it up n live it to fullest Middle fingers to the kids in mullets, fuck you n your puck bitches Hold up Lemme finish, Can I say some shit for the realists I never was a gangster, I like to have fun If you think I'm being serious, suck a dick son Today was a good day, funny it's a Monday, n must say Treating life like runway Get loud, get loud! Now we dance around the clouds We ain't never coming down