Muigai Hakir: It's the Real It's the Real It's the... Uh, uh, uh uh Verse: The flow’s golden, like arcades taking tokens This old soul is, bringing solace to this soulless Genre, where the flows is all stolen See parts, like Moses, eroding, Keep it frank, no Sinatra; Ocean full of options Leader of the contras; My mantras haunt ya entourage at the concerts Microphone monster, screaming behemoth Going bonkers, sponsors spawn shirts For my tours so, my torso is wardrobed By their store clothes already tore so Many mics Speaking from the future, Speaking as the future of rap whose tracks attract Cool cats black panthers even cougars Smoking hookah with the smoothest Truth is this kid is ruthless, dreamer like martin luther Blind to the ignorance, pupil like rick the ruler's A pupil to rick the ruler, storytelling's in my madula Ever since Lisa left I've been hitting up the best buy's "I don't want no scrubs" I'm looking for the best buys Some music made with love, keeps it real and sends a message That people can relate to from bed stuy to the westside This next guy is destine to invest time in his best rhymes Till his stock rise like jock guys when freshman walk by Never talk lies, keep it real, not a gangstarr, peep premier With Hakir... you know the deal, it's the real It’s the real uh Word is bond Uh When I rock the microphone I can go on and on Like badu, Cause Imma fly dude OLD SOUL Hakir MC, baystater on the mic, where he’s meant to be 90s kid will eventually… takeover Earl, Nitty, Reema, Joey

Blow Up Skit: Yo son, check out my new tracks, Off dat up and coming mixtape yo. Guaranteed heat, straight fire. Imma send it your way on twitter, facebook, tumblr, myspace, instagram, google PLUS, sound cloud, eharmony, blackpeoplemeet .com. All free, All free. I gotchu, I got us Just to give you a sense of what you’re going to hear… Im like Biggie Smalls meets LL Cool J , But not only the ladies love me heh heh heh….pause… Meets DMX (where my dogs at?!) All the labels finna want me… finna blow up, finna blow up Muigai Hakir: Different QB, same tunnel vision, no fission splitting him and his decision, Good riddens to the kiddlings not feeling the riddim, with him, ` he’s doubted, but still about it. It being getting more views on the soundclick, counting, every time he gave his sounds clicks, thinking he’ll get found quick, if the amount hits, high enough to get recognition from the higher ups to those who force it, I heed caution viewers who pay attention you already lost em they won’t favor Darth Vader light sabers under the player call em a hater but you’re still nothing major You got the game plan all wrong, all songs, fall on, the same day, gain the same plays, anyways If you had one wish, like Ray J You’d wish for one hit, like Ray J Waiting on a guy’s co sign like the lizard on a billboard, You’d kill for the chance to ask a wizard to help you get Cudi, a deal or skills for better music making… HA You can’t bring little heat, (Microwaves) And expect to gain fans, (Hype and Plays) On the radio, your job blows, fellatio Minimum wage, max hours, bad ratio Can’t wait to go on Macy’s floats, making toasts with the greatest foes, the moment that you waited for your still local, you hate it though you kick and push, Lupe hoping for some groupies you think your life’s a movie you bootleg not blue ray Either way you get the picture Somebody please give him elixir He really thinks he’s getting sicker And in his mind he’s gonna…gonna…

Muigai Hakir Chorus: Success, I want it, dedication is key, Keep trying till it opens doors for me Failure, uh uh not buying it I know, it’s not in store for me, There’s more for me, more to see, More to be before I’m in the morgue ya see And imma keep pushing till I make it… why? Cause, Cause I’m dedicated Verse 1: Since I was seven I’ve been clever with endeavors Involving several letters arranged and put together Each day better, sicker than leper, Hotter than leather, Jetta… interiors in Mecca weather Writing Poems, never roman, Claudius In my room, Home alone, McCaulaying it Spit soliloquys, I was my own, Audience A lusty virgin, to this poetic, Ambience Never pleasured, lines were booty, buried treasure Crumpled measures, wasted efforts in my dresser Start reciting, writings, Finding, Middle ground, between my sound and the written down, Progressing… Skills manifesting, Perfecting my craft till I’m incandescent Shining… on the heels of my heat …And surfing sound waves, in the street Chorus: Success, I want it, dedication is key, Keep trying till it opens doors for me Failure, uh uh not buying it I know, it’s not in store for me, There’s more for me, more to see, More to be before I’m in the morgue ya see And imma keep pushing till I make it… why? Cause, Cause I’m dedicated VERSE 2: Tryna go, from sand dunes to skyscrapers, Like Vegas, no time for hiatus Destined to monsoon, from the womb to the tomb Make it rain, straight and plain, cash flow never plateau Got ninety nine cus I’m AFRICAN Can I solve em? Y-E-S I can switch up the flows, switch up the clothes Switch up the light, cus I’m on but never switch up the motives Keep going, till my problems eroding Second guessing is my only opponent Third times a charm but I won’t need it Since day one, I knew I would own it Now I’m dedicated, Gunning for the greatest Gotta do it BIG, For those who never made it And those who hesistated, living on the makeshift No focus... too lazy to make shifts In their life, know this right Notice right away, I’ve been working night and day I don’t have much time to play Check it, you need to be a t-rex to digest my big plans for conquest to be honest, I’m on this mission, to position myself for fruition, on the strength, of my diction, keep persistent Till my dreams… are non-fiction DEDICATION (repeat 12x) and imma keep pushing till I make it… why? Cause i'm fucking Dedicated

Muigai Hakir Verse: Seek and arrest from the moment they clock in Pigs stalking, claim I’m suspiciously walking Neck moves like an owl’s, shift to a jog and I’m out with no intentions of stopping Heavy breathing, blood rushing to my noggin’ Thought I was in the clear, got down a couple blocks when They had me cornered… Fence on my left, police took my rights, I’m blocked in Get out the car say they wanna do some talking Scan the area to see if anybody’s watching They Gucci, rush me, the scenes kinda shocking No resistance but used the taser to shock me Another angel fallen like Lucifer did It’s clear they put too much juice in the kid Corruption and peace in a deadlock years of dread locked in these dread locks, hope the death stops but they got it twisted, desert eagle spawns hissing past these hair twistys, bullets barely missing and when they’re hitting (hitting…hitting…) caution tape a fine line between dead and existing

Verse 1 (Muigai Hakir): People hiding, bullets flying, leave bodies lying Cold and still, know this will, leave families crying And angered, questions to the Stranger prying Lives and, when many live’s end, the public’s vying For answers, every time they get the chance ta Question, their restless but never get the answers Dead grandson cause somebody had a tantrum Wants ransom, in a trance or wasn't handsome Enough, for their little crush...tough Titty they can suck on for not thinking enough Or maybe someone thought for em, life is rough But imagine living, without ones you used to love This is a call, to put down the guns Life is a blessing, we only get one Let’s silence the choirs I’m sick, I’m tired, of hearing the church bells rung Chorus (Elle Gomes): Hate it when mass occurs for massacres Why does it have to hurt, have to hurt Blood shed, tears flow, friends go Hate it when mass occurs for massacres Why does it have to hurt, have to hurt Blood shed, tears flow, friends go Verse 2 (Muigai Hakir): It's not fair, lost peers, under cross hairs It's not fear, that stops me when I cross here In Copley, I lost tears, cause the bomb scare Our loss teared the city apart still our hearts shared Sorrow, sympathy, crazy when it hits at home On the daily my place is getting hit by drones Life's a nightmare, rarely even sleep alone cause paranoia, never leaves my home Thoughts and situation of a kid anticipating The worst for his nation, hearts racing, mind placed in A state of worry Cause his state just had a flurry of killings, God willing tomorrow i'm not buried Now this is a call, to put down the guns Life is a blessing, we only get one Let’s silence the choirs I’m sick, I’m tired, of hearing the church bells rung Chorus (Elle Gomes): Hate it when mass occurs for massacres Why does it have to hurt, have to hurt Blood shed, tears flow, friends go Hate it when mass occurs for massacres Why does it have to hurt, have to hurt Blood shed, tears flow, friends go

Muigai Hakir: Cooking mashed potatoes for my frands, frands Arroz con el pollo for my frands (AMIGOS) Cornbread with samosa for my frands, frands C-C-C-Collard Greens too (too) Verse: Cooking up something To silence the stomach rumbling My lines will touch hundreds Of minds that were stuck in Dark times, eighteen hundreds The light, end of the tunnel At night, looking for trouble We fight, to end the struggle Violence cause destruction right now no need to rush in A third war, still preparing for it instead of trying to stop it quick to change the topic distract you from the conflict fill your mind with nonsense Unconsciously eating toxic We’re all sick, no longer pure Getting worse as we mature And they can save us from cancer, i'm sure. Problem is, there's no, profit in a cure... So there’s people dying Evil sirens, Holy violence People riot, starting fire Burning out then back to silence (BACK TO SILENCE) Pray to God, he’s fraud Is what they say, when he does not Answer their, little prayers then back to science (BACK TO SCIENCE) Stream of thoughts, flowing from my mental Why I need religion if my body is a temple? Body is a temple? uh uh uh uh stream of thoughts from my mental Body is a temple I’m schleep doe. ITIS

Muigai Hakir feat. Odeosa Verse 1: Seen her from a distance, Never been dis tense, wonder who dis miss is, Hope she’s not a mrs nervous, I fidget, tryna get her digits See if we can kick it, Kelly smith it… Hope her shoulders, Don’t grow colder As I get closer, thoughts getting slower Why’s my heart pounding, don’t know what that sound is wonder where ha crown is . . . Nubian Queen, in tight jeans Queen Tiye, so fly Ebony Goddess, Skin Flawless Cleopatra… Imma shy poet, like larenz Tate I was born this way, It'd be more than great To find a love jones, That could come home And Be the muse, To my love songs Chorus (Odeosa): Baby baby baby… baby I want you want you want you with me I’m feeling you like I’m a masseus Tryna get tied down like the front of my suit Baby baby baby… baby Verse 2: I was nervous, Built up courage, ya style is alluring, ya smile is insuring, I shake ya hand, escape ya friends, Take ya hand, but aint ya man, eyes locked, lip biting, interest rising, start vibing, Talk about my dreams, to cover vibe n The source, of inspiration, to my writings You ask my type, the kind I wife Gotta be fun sized, like five two …Doesn’t drink, still can wine to Slow jamz, on her grind too Gotta have style With a nice do, Motivated making all the right moves kinda like you, yea kinda like you Shawty be the Nia Long to my Ice Cube Chorus (Odeosa): Baby baby baby… baby I want you want you want you with me I’m feeling you like I’m a masseus Tryna get tied down like the front of my suit Baby baby baby… baby Verse 3 (Muigai Hakir): Are we there yet? (Odeosa: Are we there yet?) Are we done yet? (Odeosa: Are we done yet?) I hate small talk (Odeosa: hate small talk) Let’s watch the sunset (Odeosa: watch the sunset) Your smile is a is a moon crescent It shines in the darkest times, true blessing Nightingale, that I sing too Can’t you see, we got a thing two Don’t needa read Seuss, swear I need you Pray to Jesus, that I keep you Gina Martin, Coretta Martin Put you first no matter where we’re starting Queen of clubs, deserve diamonds Need a King? I’ll play the part Thirty nine card deck.... Baby… I don’t play with hearts Chorus (Odeosa): Baby baby baby… baby I want you want you want you with me I’m feeling you like I’m a masseus Tryna get tied down like the front of my suit Baby baby baby… baby Chorus (Odeosa): Baby baby baby… baby I want you want you want you with me I’m feeling you like I’m a masseus Tryna get tied down like the front of my suit Baby baby baby… baby

Muigai Hakir: Verse Here acting senseless, cuz you attract attention From each, one of my senses My pursuit is relentless From the start, tryna find a way to your heart… hope you give me entrance (uuh) when those doors open, my one and only focus as a man… understand… tryna get behind you Back you up in all that… you might do That’s right support you baby Really wanna court you lady Duke it out with who intervenes with me putting jewels on my queen Whisper sweet nothings, Hershey bars melt to kisses, So this is, what bliss is…Feeling lucky like… poetic justice, poetic justice if I told you LOVE… is a battlefield would you rush in? and when your bodies aching, I can be your drug P.S., post script, passionate sex with love...

Muigai Hakir Verse: A sharp dresser, got ties I cut checks with Blessed with the vestige of the fresh prince The best since, bboys was rocking fresh prints Kangol hats, puma kicks, doing head spins Style exorcist, leave ya breathless as ya head spins Take Excedrin when ya look in this direction Ya baby bumps my songs, tryna cut, c-section She tryna see sections of my sneak collection Dees Jays Jazzy fresh, same ones my Uncle Fill Back in the day, catching rays, looking trill Like ASAP, my homie Bumi really likes ASAP Rocky starts but I’m rocking with him on the train tracks Got yo girl breathing heavy like yoga pants I’m right on that ass yoga pants, She hold my hand like she’s no ones man, and you know this man I Chris Tucker hand in my pants and everything’s copastetic Don’t forget it, won’t regret it, soul embedded in the clothes I’m wearing flows impairing, the speakers that I speak from and my foes are hearing their untimely demise, at the hand of my rhymes Press a dent in their pockets, they gon have to resign Though the style gopher, still bolster, closer ties to the streets Than the posers talking bout foreclosure, rocking penny loafers Keep it kosher, no beef, cheese when I’m spose ta Hakir signing off, Jacquiz keep em posted

Hook: Where we at, where we at (BEAST! COAST) Where we at… Uh uh, Where we at, where we at (BEAST! COAST) Where the… Verse 1: Competition’s, post rigamortus The talent that we boast, like coast, is enormous It’s a warfield, that is (lower voice), the answer in the chorus Some get gassed but our vision’s never distorted Hit recording, see da red light, still moving forward With a mella yella bella who got the green, she soaring Up in the clouds, puffin the loud, We soon to blow, like the wolf huffin puffin the houuuseeee Until then, just dream of ill benz Coffin with franklins, But when the end approaches, Benjamin button I mean the money’s dope but I’d rather Joe budden On my love and hip hop, with a partner that is tip top Making moves, no pit stop Get pissed off when dudes nail anything from the strip shop You want used goods? mack a lil more at the thriftshop Huh… just came back from thriftin Arm tired from the boombox I was lifting Got a drive, i95 drifting Gifted, shifting, music back to uplifting This the beast coast see, we causing rifts in The atlantic, it’d be to ya advantage To get on the band wagon, before we do damage, Banish or sandwich all the movements that manage To mustard up some courage And tune a couple fans in, think they’re going ham in, reality, They fatalities, I’m here to FINISH EM Subzero flow quickly diminishing every citizen doesn’t matter if you’re innocent these bars wicked, imprisonment is imminent Hook: Where we at, where we at (BEAST! COAST) Where we at… Uh uh, Where we at, where we at (BEAST! COAST) Where the… Verse 2 Artists don’t sell out but our shows do Rock the mic and the crowd like we suppose to When our tracks leak, we get the pro tools To fix up songs to expose to The supporters so they have something roll to Whether they’re high, or close to pick em up when they hit their lows too Music heals, the coast is real, so true Popeyes pop fly in some Ken Griffeys, six seventeen, I’m eighteen too fly and ten spiffy fair to say, ASAP is mad trippy, cap steez, cam meeks flow harder than misissippi My cities’ prolific, Akrobatik, Scientifik …new up and comers… so terrific Moufy, Kyle Bent, hakir to be specific 1982, Guru Give em a listen True artists, we’re the source, Benzino Who runs the city, of course, Menino (beat drops) Couple cats that don’t get recognition often But if you ask me, that’s a Boss ten Proceed with caution when crossing Into the jungle hold your lady when you’re walking We can take your baby with ease, adoption Elementary… my dear Watson To be sure, lock home girl, at the crib if you don’t, imma show her where I live show her my wild side, and we gon kick it till threesome, four five or six wake up, then split it’s a new day, but I’m still on that old beast coast shit…

Muigai Hakir Verse Here stopping this hip-hop apocalypse Promise to never transform like Optimus Prime example of what it means to rhyme And stay true to who you are until the end of time Just a young local neoclassical teen poet Still new to the game so don’t be xenophobic All my moments so Kodak Style so MA NY, still put up my 3s like Novak, Hold dat, Mic check the Baystater swagger Flexed in all wets, sharper than a dagger Doe and Hoes or Respect, I choose the latter The topic of chitter chatter… to matter I got souuuuuul, like Soul Train Y’all low budget, funny money, Soul Plane Was never there, now I’m hair like rogaine Spitting straight heat, little fuel, no propane Young gemini, born June 5 Hoping my music grabs ears like WuuSigh Till I’m known everywhere under the blue sky keep telling myself, “in due time” Bout my green, Stiesma, Franklins like Aretha Need a Queen, Latifah, with eyes like Regina King and a lotus flower fresher than spring Little blasian fine china, black Beijing