White Lines (Intro): (Sample from “White Lines” by Grandmaster Flash & Melle Mel) Doc Strange: (White lines, running through my mind)X2 Doc Strange: (Line after line after line after line!)X8

S.L.A.D. (Smile Like a Donut): Doc Strange: Ow! Ha, yeah! Ay, I know you want that CREAM, huh? Well if you want that mother fucking CREAM, get down on your knees and just smile like a donut for me baby, just smile! Ha-ha! Fly Ty: (Yeah, yeah!) I’m sipping cocktails, smacking asses like I’m Too Short, If you got the nerve you might get served just like a food court, They try to sue me, but trust me dawg, I don’t do court, And can’t nobody find me, I’m grinding downtown in Newport, I’m in the cypher, it’s business, and I don’t goof off, Call Mekhi Phifer and tell him we taking roofs off, My team is in the back; the scopes’ll make you look like Rudolph, So don’t be trying to fight me dawg, I might just knock your tooth off, (Shit!) I ain’t playing when I’m spraying, I’m delirious, I’m on that fucking Joker shit, homie, why so serious? Don’t take offense, it’s just offensive to the haters, Fuck a ghost writer, think I copy shit? I got the papers, I’m back at it like an Open Mic demo, I’m sitting on chrome in an all-white limo, Here we go, here we go, it’s just hammer time, Texas boy on the West Coast, Quentin Jammer time! Brad: Getting hoes down and dirty like I’m gardening, I been knocking boots since Moby Dick was a sardine, If you feel the need to buy gold and chains, Even Superman flies away from Lois Lane, Asking for a princess cut, she got a James Bowie, Gotta’ cook to get this cheese like Ratatouille, She selling scraps at Chuy’s knowing it’s my weakness, These thoroughbreds keep running to me like the Preakness, I don’t mean it when I say ya’ special… I just wanna’ bust some of ya’ pussy vessels! Banking on some commas, I’m thinking decimels, Though I will pay to see you and your friend mud wrestle, This ain’t the kind of shit that I should boost on, But a wave’s the kind of shit I like to coast on, Save that lovey-dovey shit for a slow song, If she short on birth control, I tell her so long! Jimmy James: (I said damn!) Why these lames claiming they some big shots? My shit’s hot, spitting fire till my lips rot, In the spot with ya’ chick stroking it till my dick pops, While you on the couch crying, jerking till ya’ wrist locks, See I ain’t gotta run game like Jerome Bettis, But me and ya’ bitch a good fit, like we play Tetris, All I really gotta’ do now is get more lettuce, And the word’s that’s coming out my mouth will sound prophetic, I got a fetish for fast times, and fast chicks, And chapped lips from just way too many hash hits, In all black with Doc Strange, Johnny Cash bitch! On beats I go Mr. Potato head, and then I smash shit! I smash mics like dime pieces and my thesis? Having so many bad bitches I need more leashes, Lucifer, who is ya? Jimmy James, one and the same, Smashing mics like Bud Lights till I get my fucking mind right, bitch! Doc Strange: Step into my realm, let stimulation overwhelm, Feel the strangeness when I aim this atcha’ fucking cerebellum, Sipping semi-synthetic opiates, my odor be so odious, The excellence is evident, bow down to the holiest, Pissing on the competition, yes the stream is copious, Tired of holding my dick, which one of you A&R’s is holding this? Welcome helter skelter in this hell I never swelter, Fire licks the temple while I’m working like a welder, Exterminating vermin, while earning and burning tree, German pedigree, you fleas should flee the fuck from me, Bust in ya’ face… Dirk Nowitzki, Bust on her chin… Ron Jeremy, Penicillin flow, ya’ just a germ to me, Emcee killing spree leaving bodies and debris Used to be starving now I’m larger than life, Christ, they might hang me from a cross tonight, Christ, I’ve been a righteous man all my life, Bout I’m bout to Break Bad… Walter White. Brad: Yeah! X2

Want the Cream : Intro and Chorus: Brad: (If you want the Cream, shawty come with me!)X3 Shawty come with me, shawty come with me! Brad, Jimmy, Strange: If you want it, come and get it, girl I’m with it, for the night! Strange: (Come and get it, come and get it!)X3 Brad: (If you want the Cream, shawty come with me!)X3 Shawty come with me, shawty come with me! Brad: I am here for a higher purpose, Got all my goons with me, ladies hide ya’ purses, And we raising Hell… lake of fire verses, Yeah, the flow make a fucking firefighter worthless, Step into the ring, boy I’m a heavy weight, So quick on my feet look like I motherfucking levitate, 80’s baby I grew up watching Chevy Chase, Yeah time passed fast as Tony Stewart Chevy race, I’m just trying to get it in ‘fore it’s too late, My baby momma taxing me, got another due date, Trying to knock me off my grind, good luck, You bitches ain’t shit but a good fuck! Chorus - Brad, Jimmy, Strange: If you want it, come and get it, girl I’m with it, for the night! Strange: (Come and get it, come and get it!)X3 Brad: (If you want the Cream, shawty come with me!)X3 Shawty come with me, shawty come with me! Strange: Woah, oh, oh, oh! Doc Strange: (Hello!) Tell me who is ya' deity? In currency we trust, (So!) lack of cash is blasphemy As for me I capture beats and crash ‘em with this masterpiece, My rapture be catastrophe these murder bars are tragedies (Yeah!), Pass the tree… cause I can feel my nerves twitching, Even if the world's ending, zero fucks would be given (Zero fucks were given!), Who am I kidding? Gotta' lust for destruction, Finger’s on the button, such seduction! Nothing's gonna stop the legion from seizing this real estate, We're from Texas, motherfucker, wha-wha-whatcha' know ‘bout the realist state/ (And me?) They wanna seal my fate like the tomb of Christ, But this doomsday device'll turn 'em all to poltergeists, it's Strange! Chorus – Jimmy James: Everybody coming round my way, Trying to ask when I’m gonna graduate, No pass, no play, that’s what they say, But they’ll be pumping my gas one day, Cause in four years, I’ll make more than my peers with they degrees, I got ‘em thinking, “Geeze, man can’t believe that Jimmy’s making crazy cheese,” And, when and what and how could he, Just rise to the top so rapidly, Man it must be due to the fact that he’s, Late night bumping hard in the factory, To go from student of the year, up to wisest in the faculty, Man it must be said before I’m dead that my skill equals mastery, These dunces bitch and wish and dream, Of trying to get drafted by my team, But you can’t, so what’s that mean? I guess you’ll never make the CREAM! Try to give it good effort or just give up, Learn something and burn something till times up, bitch! Chorus – Fly Ty: What it is, what it do? Shawty let’s go! Bump and grinding like a R. Kelly dance flow, From the Southside down to the West Coast, Stacking money with the CREAM and my debts low, Come with me girl, this what I’m talking bout! Red wine, my place, we can talk about, How you want it cause you know I’m gonna knock it out, Shake it baby, now go ‘head and walk it out, No games, when I’m here, girl I never play, I be there when you call, I ain’t gotta stay, Vacay’s on me, you will never pay, You a ten, I’m in, girl, I gotta say, I don’t wanna leave, girl I guarantee, if you come with me, I’ma change your life in a big way, Girl I wanna’ be everything you need, I could be yo’ man and help you get ya’ rent paid, I’m the man, girl, V.I.P., Got the top back bumping that T.I.P., Hoes in the back, didn’t see I.D., Bet they getting juicy, no B.I.G., Hell yeah, we rowdy denna bitch, huh? She knows, come and get ya’ bitch crunk, Cream of the Crop, I should tear this bitch up, If you want the CREAM, baby come and get some! Chorus and Outro – Screwed: [Brad, Jimmy, Strange: If you want it, come and get it, girl I’m with it, for the night! Strange: (Come and get it, come and get it!)X3 Brad: (If you want the Cream, shawty come with me!)X3 Shawty come with me, shawty come with me!]X2 Crackers & Cheese: J3: (Ah, ah, ah, ah! Ahhhhh-oh-oh!) Crackers… crackers and cheese! (Crackers and cheese, yeah!) Man these crackers are all about their cheese, Man these, crackers… Crackers and cheese! (Crackers and cheese, yeah!) Man these crackers are all about their cheese, (Oh, oh, yeah!)

Power Up: Brad: In a Ralph Lauren Polo, similar to a frat boy, Looks can be deceiving, you’d never believe that I’m an android! (Android!) I’ma wipe this bitch out like an asteroid, Rap’s a black hole, I’ve been sent here to fill that void, Hear the voice of Generation Y, Way to busy to watch the clock, Still we end up facing time, Praying for recovery to those who’ve been raped, Whether in the state pen, or at Penn State! So this is the fucking reason why I voted for Obama? In his oval office smoking weed in his pajamas, Trillion dollar debt, add a few more commas, Empty out my wallet put it in my baby momma’s, Secret societies, trying to keep they eye on me, And all this damn anxiety rob me of my sobriety, I’ll never go down quietly, the revolution will be televised, Broadcast live, through me! Chorus - Goku: Ahh! Brad: (Power Up!)X6 I don’t give a fuck, let’s watch this bitch erupt! Vegeta: (It’s over!)X7 Brad: (Power Up!)X6 I don’t give a fuck, let’s watch this bitch erupt! Vegeta: It’s over 9000! Doc Strange: False idols, automatic rifles, Foreign bank accounts, and hollowed out bibles, Tools of the trade, don’t be afraid of the reaper, Twenty-three inch rims on the Benz of a preacher, Deeper we’re sinking into slumber, thunder Rolls out the barrel of a gunner, [gunfire, scream] The sleeping flock is awake, must have made a mistake, Mass murder doesn’t happen in the great United States, Look motherfucker, we manufacture murder, Cooking contraband in countries that you’ve never even heard of, Don’t be absurd, on your knees, show me the money, Please no funny business, or this trigger I’ll squeeze! Spreading like disease, embrace the sickness, Crossing adversaries off our motherfucking hit list, Through lidless eyes, we stare down the prize, Whether loved or despised, the Cream’s gon’ rise! Alt. Chorus – Fly Ty: Uh, uh uh! [repeat] Vegeta: (It’s over!)X7 Vegeta: It’s over 9000! Fly Ty: I thought I told ‘em once before I came to kill it mayne! I’m on a different level, so retarded, so insane! I tried to quit it, but the rhythms deep inside my veins, And every time I write shit down, it makes ‘em so amazed! I’m up in Cali cause the weather here is so nice, I be wrecking mics without a sweat they call me Old Spice, Scratch ya’ head flow, pimpin’, I ain’t talking head lice, I be with some chicks that bust it back and give me head twice! That’s how you do it when you coming straight from Bryan, cuz! I’m tribe city and a Vike, so fuck the Tigers, cuz! I never trip, just do my thing, and always kill a beat, I just bust a flow and your girl moaning say she feeling me, I’m sorry bro, that’s how it goes when you got that flyer mode, Ain’t into fighting, I just flight and take the higher road, And girl he’s broke, ain’t got a thing, and plus his rims fake, You should be embarrassed, girl his parents went to Penn State! Chorus – [Explosion] [Debris]

Clouds (Interlude): [Wind noises] [Playing Devin the Dude – Doobie Ashtray in background] [Lighter] [Bong rip] Doc Strange: Clouds! [Music fades] [Wind noises] Cumulus Nimbus: Chorus – Doc Strange: Soaring through the clouds… I’m soaring through the clouds! Hah, ha-ah, yeah! Yea-yeah! Jimmy James: Man you know that I be! [Doc Strange and Josh Jackson: Soaring through the clouds. This is the life! (Strange: this is the life, the life!), Headed up and up and up, up and up and up (Strange: Enjoy the flight!) Doc Strange: Headed up and up and up (up and up and up)]X2 Doc Strange: Enjoy the flight! Doc Strange: (Yup!) I’ve been amongst clouds a time or two, Been completely engulfed in that Shiner brew, Are you a grinder too? Do you work like me? In the laboratory till a quarter past three, Do you wrestle with your demons? The good, the evil, Outside I’m a peasant, Inside I’m regal, Spitting without equal, watch out for my sequel, Cause that shit is dropping like it’s out the ass of a seagull [gull], Null and void, the whole swag movement, Hip Hop’s on the up and up, can’t let you fuck’s ruin it, Can’t quit doing this, far too stupendous, The game is in my veins but I’ma stay independent! Leave her ass up-ended, then fuck until I’m winded, Come out of nowhere, and blow up like Jeremy Lin did, And don’t get offended if my eyes are Asianic, It’s a little bit ironic, but mainly it’s just the chronic, it’s Strange! Chorus – Fly Ty: I’m up in the sky, check the tat, it’s Mr. Fly, I’m feeling pretty faded, can I maybe get a ride? It’s been too many years since I stepped up in the booth, And even if ya’ Shaq, man you’ll never fill my shoes, I’m seeing all these clouds, there’s been too many rounds, I think I’m in a daze, but I can’t tell by the sounds, All I’m hearing is this plane here that I’m steering, I’m just going up and down, ain’t a height that I’ve been fearing, It’s the lows… lately got me crawling on all fours, Stairway to heaven, bitch I’m knocking on some doors, But can’t nobody hear you when you’re asking for forgiveness, I’m soaring through the clouds hoping that someone’ll witness, Uh, I’m feeling like a heathen up in heaven, how ironic? How I’ve been drinking heavy, but I steady smoke the chronic, And even if it’s bad for me, I’m still just gonna’ do it, And God if this is blasphemy, I hope you see right through it. Chorus – Jimmy James: (Yo!) Just put it out, time to roll me up another ‘rillo, My eyes looking pink like someone farted in my pillow, Everybody wanna’ ask why do I smoke? I say, “to get high!” That’s a high note, Probation’s on my nuts, they say I can’t spark it, I say regardless, I still remain a dope artist, Didn’t get that? Well maybe then you weren’t meant to, I know my mental strength sharper than a thousand Ginsus, See the green to me is what the bovine is to Hindus, No plane compares to the flight that marijuana gives you, Haven’t tried it? Just break it down, roll up, and light it, Don’t try and fight it, relax the mind, enjoy the flight, kid, I know when I did, I had the heaviest of eye-lids, Enjoyed the silence from smoking indigo and violets, Purple trees got me freer than a bird is, Go and get some good and stop smoking on that dirt kid, I’m high right now, don’t know how I should rehearse this, Too high. I guess that’s how my fucking verse ends, So if you need me, then come and find me, Just know that most likely, the chances are that I’ll be… Chorus – Outro – Doc Strange: Mmm-hmm, yeah! It’s that Cumulus Nimbus, Feeling mighty stupendous! Enjoy the flight! [Wind noises]

1 More Time: Intro - Brad: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! And we on! (We on!)X4 Yeah, we on! On and on and on! Chorus – Brad: Acting like I gotta’ hit it one more time, One more time, one more time! When I’m already outta’ my mind, Outta my mind, outta my mind! One more time, outta my mind, One more time… and we on! (We on!)X4 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! On and on and on! Brad: I ain’t in my right mind, Blame it on them White Lines, Take a look in my piss test, Ain’t no telling what you might find, Seeking trouble at night time, With a mask, like I fight crime, Blowing steam like Bruce Banner, Rocking a ring like Green Lantern, Dark Knight, and I’m on the road, Highway to Hell, I’ve been told, Yellow bricks flip shit to gold, My soul bout the only thing I ain’t sold, Chips down… I ain’t fold, Who the hell said I ain’t cold? Gave one my heart, gave one my lungs, That’s how you run a love triangle, One to give me brain, one to blow it! Throwing off my equilibrium, Soon as I light that stogie, On a flight landing in Libya, Pimping since a sippy cup, Hung like Mr. Ed, girl, giddy-up! As I pursue these trivial things, Only here once, so I’ma live it up! (Aaa!) Chorus – Fly Ty: (Yo, yo, yo, uh!) I’m to’ up, from the flo’ up, Dynamite flow, Fly ‘bout to blow up, Ain’t nobody on my level, put the pedal to the metal, Get a medal every time when I show up, Like Olympic games, pimp it’s been the same, Nothing changed, I’ma win it like a pennant game, 290 where you find me rolling J’s, In my J’s on my way to the stage down at Minute Maid, And I can’t stop, and I won’t stop, Getting dome in a Benz with a chrome top, But I gotta’ hit it one more time, girl you fine, Double Tree, room 9, baby don’t knock, Take a bubble bath, see what’s under that, Double D’s, both hands I don’t fumble that, Now she want it back, so we gon’ run it back, Girl I make it wet, KD, bring the Thunder back, I’m a great white, when I lay pipe, Keep it going till you moaning in the daylight, Gotta hit the jackpot, like I cashed out, Then she passed out, then I left like it ain’t right, Pussy ain’t tight… when I’m done with it, Bryan, TX, what I’m repping, you can come get it! And I got a backpack full of blacks in the back, And a bag of the dro and I done hit it! But I gotta hit it one more time, Nose steady dripping give me one more line, Goddamn, Ty couldn’t find one more fine, Got ‘em locked up, could have done more time, Ain’t nobody wanna’ rap me mayne, Cleveland fitted what the cap be mayne, In the booth, Platinum PAT insane, All the boys in the trap get paid! Chorus – Doc Strange: Ain’t nobody stopping this runaway train, Walter White, Heisenberg of this dirty rap game, Chemicals exchange, compounds remain, My favorite is that tetrahydracannibol, mayne! Butane brings the flame, ease the pain from ya’ brain, (Yeah, yeah!) riding dirty, switching lanes, Sticking to the schedule like a post-it-note, So high on success, about to overdose, That’s all she wrote, sang the big-bellied bitch, Steady moving weight without a trailer hitch, Ruminate on my rhythm; is it fate or precision? This medicine man had the wildest vision, Feel the peyote [whisper], Mo’ wolf than coyote [Howl], On the prowl for mine, fuck the measly scraps they throw me, One with all things, my essence integrates, Gold-tipped dinner plates, family jewels in the safe, Impeccable taste, hope ya’ got the night to waste… Now one mo’ time for ya’ mind, [Hit blunt, exhale] You're going to a Strange place…

U.I.A. (United Inmates of America): Doc Strange – [Laughter] (Uh!) Trying not to see the worst in all my peers, But this reckless paranoia’s got me double fisting beers, One tip is twenty years, There’s no time for that! Keep an ace up the sleeve, And a trick in the hat, Only 500 bucks for a cell wiretap, Selling hope by the sack, all light fade’s black, Wall meets back, ya’ track record is fucked, And you’re stuck, blame it on luck, or that the system’s corrupt, Can’t help but agree, cause there’s way too much money, In these substances felonies to leave these motherfuckers free, What I won’t be, another statistic, Uplifted from my shackles in locations unspecific, High time we fixed this, so many hypocrites, It’s sick, the Earth is heating up from bullshit they emit, Trying to get a grip on this buffet line of justice, Into flames they thrust us, In God We Trust, One nation united by incarceration of population, Never been to prison? Be patient. Bridge – Doc Strange: I pledge no allegiance to the prison state, We are one nation of United Inmates. Chorus – Doc Strange: Living my life while the pendulum swings, I am more than just a number, I’m a human being, Busting my ass and this check barely brings, Anything home but a hill of beans (fuck this job!), No sleep at night as I toss and I scream, What a nightmare this American Dream! What a nightmare this American Dream! Doc Strange /w J3: What a nightmare, this American Dream! Jimmy James: Twenty-two now, Damn wow, I guess it’s time for me to be my own man now, Provide for mine and my future little man’s mouth, Go get it myself, can’t rely on no handouts, But shit, what the fuck am I supposed to do? When I’m a D-grade away from getting kicked outta’ school, So I got with a crew, got a pen, hopped in the booth, And used it as my altar, so I could give y’all the truth, Cause just working for small fees just ain’t working out for me, So I damn near do anything, Sell my soul and the shoe-strings, And plenty poor folks can rap, Some shitty rappers can sell, Then I’ma be the kinda’ cat that does both of ‘em well, Cause in this Hell where we dwell, where sex sells at retail, It’s safe to say little Sally ain’t just selling sea shells, Gee well, (Hey, come over here), Even educated and dedicated there’s no guarantee you’ll make it. Chorus /w J3 - Brad: (Yeah!) Young B… Rad driven hungry, By all the shit I done seen on my Samsung Screen, Got us programmed to choose the better-known brand, Went to Kay’s to cope some ice, left with a sno-cone stand, Prices stay rising, Not that that’s surprising, Somebody’s gotta’ cover all the fucking advertising, Not the shareholders or the board of execs, It’s you and I, drowning in debt, up to our necks, Raises in my wages can’t keep pace with inflation, Any penny of my savings facing tax evasion, I know they plan to snipe me like Wesley, Or slip a lil’ something in my bottle like Presley, Jimi sipping red rum, they called it red wine, But my doctor say a glass a day’ll make me feel fine, Conspiracy theories, master design, United Inmates of America, cell-block nine! [Cell-door slam] Chorus /w J3 – Outro – J3: I said what a nightmare this American Dream! What a nightmare this American Dream! What a nightmare this American Dream! I said what a nightmare! Oh-oh-oh! This American Dream!