-- Lyrics -- Canada Heat - Getting hotter than a Panama Beach - In a Canada Goose - speaking of Canada Beast Who’s speaking Canada’s truth? Who’s standin for peace? Live from the home of the slaves and the land that was thiefed Lot of broken and lost souls on this planet of freaks Supply and demand's the only commandment we preach Each man is a brand, each night’s famine or feast So we quote “I sell therefore I am” in these streets The ppl is sick and nothing that a needle will fix We need presence (presents), we just get receipts for the gifts Playing God —We just got a cease and desist When our own souls wish that we would cease to exist We out of touch now ____ Too out of touch now In the 6 like touchdown I was tripping I just touched down We out of touch now My how we’ve come a long way But it seems we’re headed in the wrong way Hope we finally turn it around one day Before It’s too late ____ Just touched ground now How do we re-attach the roots? I don’t mean no metaphor - I’m talking ‘bout these packaged foods Mass-produced Who’s the most impacted group? Guess — we the Black and blue Really it’s a question that connected to the facts and truth land and plants and passionfruits We got crashing moods, diseases, and other attributes lack of direction from having no grasp of the past or future Attitude is numb, plus we love to escape We love entertainment - especially if its public disgrace! No loving embraces and nothing is sacred These public debates, discussions of late No trust in the place The drugs in the safe, the plug’s in the wall And all that to say The main cause of all of the suffering and hate? ___ We out of touch now Too out of touch now In the 6 like touchdown I was tripping I just touched down We out of touch now My how we’ve come a long way But it seems we’re headed in the wrong way Hope we finally turn it around one day Before It’s too late And that’s the way that it goes Oh Lord, I don’t know if I can take anymore Got my hands in the air and my knees to the floor Wanna reach out and touch something deep in my soul (X2) We out of touch now Too out of touch now In the 6 like touchdown I was tripping I just touched down We out of touch now My how we’ve come a long way But it seems we’re headed in the wrong way Hope we finally turn it around one day Before It’s too late ___

-- Lyrics -- Work (X4) Looking for a job Looking for a job man They say that even Steve Jobs can’t Find a machine that I could be a cog in This is a problem I’m trying to leave it in God’s hands God’s plan But even God’s fam Was literally out on a limb like God damn! Looking for a job man Looking for a job man I heard theres too much supply It’s like a log jam Be your own boss then Make your own lane And don’t make an off-ramp Or your gig goes offshore As sure as that off-brand cough syrup Put em in coffins Like “peace” No peace Maybe I’ll sleep when I’m deceased Maybe it’ll cease when I’m asleep Maybe I should keep what I can keep Talk is cheap I should know— Given I rap for what I eat Everyone knows I could eat they food But I need Insurance for my teeth I need versatile Personal Income streams That’s purposeful Suckers work for money You should make your money work for you I can’t get no work though Guess that means That I got some work to do The poor can’t afford to look poor So I gotta make sure the shoes and shirt is new Cuz I’m looking for a job looking for a job man They say that even Steve Jobs can’t find a machine that I could be a cog in This is a problem Everybody knows and nobody is solving Somebody told me Stop in the shop And talk to the boss Just on off-chance Looking for a job man Looking for a job man I will do anything I’ll get it popping I need a hot dance Popcaan I need a pop jam I need some Robyn Dont need no off-hand comments I need some rest on some soft sand Peace Im not a man I am a work horse I am a part of the work force Im just not sure of the purpose or person I work for… Maybe this voice inside that keeps telling me work more Hurt more Perform give up my wife and my first-born Wait I’m not a man Not til I manage my estate I am the output I create After the info I intake What If I’m fake? What If I break? What if my model’s obsolete And gets tossed in a heap And gets washed with the sheets Wanna walk on the beach And take off for a week But I’m job seeking Looking for a job Looking for a job man They say that even Steve Jobs can’t Find a machine that I could be a cog in This is a problem I’m trying to leave it in God’s hands God’s plan But even God’s fam Was literally out on a limb like God damn! Looking for a job man Looking for a job man

-- Lyrics -- (Get in Touch) How come he kilt it for no reason? How come its always like cold season? He just so sick He got 2 degrees— how come his flow is below freezing? How come the lyrics approach genius Still though he had to approach genius.com Saying yall making dough off my lyrics But won’t pay the broke genius that wrote em? Parasites How come you dont pay to clear the rights? Or at least get the lyrics right You’re a lyric site — I said have me unverified They said how come? How can you not see the outcome? Of a track record You can’t outrun All of these vultures Thinking they’re fly ‘Cause the cloud’s Where they get their clout from? How come? No reason How come? No reason How come? Ppl keep telling me Preach bro Low key been the ethos Never needed all the ego Never cheated That’s my cheat code How come he still such beast tho? How come the sum doesn’t equal: I mean theres only one of him And there’s 3 of them Still this goes like the Migos Whoa, wait wanna be great? Gimme a break You don’t put work in like gimme a break! How come I don’t make mistakes? I just dont make mistakes How come they fake? Speaking of real/reel… How come I did this on analog? I just killed em all now they got it on tape That’s a mistake How come? No reason How come? No reason How come? I dunno Dont ask me I ask the questions I’m passing the tests They’re passive aggressive I’m past being best My passion’s obsessive They’re asking me How come? I dunno Dont ask me I ask the questions I always ask God Why I have the blessings He told me that I have to bless them No flexin But I’m Mozart meets Omar See me on Netflix with Ozark I’m Rondo Yeah the old guard Rookies sit down Still they don’t start with me Gold bars Gimme some credit No gold cards How come they Calling me Joe Carter Cuz so far Who’s hitting The dome harder? Bro I dunno

-- Lyrics -- I can’t stand the storm (X16) Hurricane in head Whirlpool in my heart Earthquake shakes my head Richter scale’s off the chart When Goddamn Job out that swirling whirling wind Dude could only sob How they helll have I sinned? Oh Lord have mercy on me I can't stand and my knees are so weak I've been going for days and weeks I just can'thandle no more on me My shoulders are heavy I can't stand the levy It's all coming down on me I need time to breathe I need time to see Where my life is really heading Cuz I can't stand the storm... My brain’s crinkled bad The rain is drumming down Wind blasts like a trumpet Tempest is coming down Drumstick hard Raindrops hit The heat wave freezes me My blood ooze out sleazy Self-evidently greasy I can’t stand the storm (X16) On strange terrain prayin’ for a world thats more tame Their sources saying all are from Abel or Cain To say its ordained Take in cold blood And take the lord’s name In veins that course The same blue As Pure flames Poor skin marked with shame and war paint And made to endure pain Made to pour blood out til the core’s drained Now we spillin mud out drains that stored rain Dark clouds form and the proud ignore claims The crowds ignore warnings We hate to force change See I’m abroad planes rides to foreign places Drives to tour states and eating off forks on Plates thats gourmet Makes me connect The methane to the strain That ate up Bourdain same Hurricane on Houston shores Whitney Prince and Cobain Less is more sane More names swallowed by mine and your waves The long lost always the cost of short gain Long loss always the cost of short gain Long loss always the cost of short gain Dancing in the rain Dancing in the rain Too hot for me to chill The Sahara’s a sirocco Make a pillow a low pill Rock N Roll gone rococo Where can I find shelter? I can’t stand the storm (X16) The sky is full of drones Aiming for me like I’m ISIS Bad luck everywhere in the ozone You know I’m in a crisis The Arctic can’t be tropic Not if you’re in love Never is the weather just a topic What’s below is what’s above Who’s below is who’s above I can’t stand the storm (X16) Ain’t no tempest in a teapot My troubles are steeped deep, deep My tears cascade lava hot I die when I drop asleep I just die when I drop asleep