Yeah, we came back, EP 4 tracks/ We go way back like Cadillac's on 4 flats/ Same mind state, same goal intact/ Reppin my state more than most in fact/ Progression moving forward but never forget Matt/ The Nocturnal Association rep that/ Yuma has a bad rap. Yeah we get smacked/ It's got me hollerin "WHERE'S THE SOUTHWEST AT?!"/ I've been right here writing bars since '06/ What you get is what you hear. Short sleeve, no tricks/ Indeed proceed cuz we flow sick/ Plant seeds, no beef, no ego trips/ Straight up poker face, black jack, 21 son!/ Hit ya with the elements like B-BOY SON 1!!/ Can someone please explain to me/ How all their lameness came to be?!/ Hook: BBBack again/BBBack to win/ Verse 2: T.N.A. 3 letters, we be flow setters/ Whether on the mic or cyphers we go-getters/ My bars grow better, still see no cheddar/ Gazelle Adidas on my feet, same damn 'lo sweater/ It ain't about your image, it's how we evolve/ Musically and in life with problems we solve/ In a world gone bananas, gorillas causing madness/ I'll illustrate struggle with my notebook as a canvas/ Paint brush substituted by a pen stroke/ Turn the pages, read thoroughly the words these men wrote/ Back at it again like addicts of gin. Cause static and grin/ So tell all your friends we're at it to win!/ With this free little Ep created in a quick minute/ Turn ya boombox on. Put some J WORM in it/ Most won't care for this Ep that we built/ But our motto remains "Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk"/ Hook

We lit the fire/ Watch the flames get higher/ They're gonna reach the sky/ Better watch out before it reaches ya eyes/ Verse 1: Excuse me as I spit so fly/ Just warming up my wings, gotta reach the sky/ Don't believe in getting high but I'm loving this high/ Above the clouds, lyrical guy, never ending supply/ Until the day that I die, I'll be reppin this "Y"/ Without a disguise no autotuning when I vocalize/ I socialize but I avoid the local lies/ Cuz some local guys have turned into social spies/ So I broke those ties. Some dudes be acting like fems/ Spreading rumors, trash talking. Can't be messing with them/ Jealous men plus alcohol, not a good mix or blend/ Constant contradictions. So typically I tend/ To unearth these gems and move past the status quo/ Got a problem?! Let's go! You can get at us fa'sho/ With microphones toe to toe. As I bask in the glow/ We got a passionate flow. You'll be asking fo'mo'/ Verse 2: Not lookin out for the "Jakes" but looking out for the fakes/ Never rapping about papes or sounding fag like Drake/ All that bullshit you're consuming is full of autotuning/ Slangin dope like a Cuban. I'm here to bring the boom in/ Your box is bumpin WORM who stays far from typical/ Mob's bangin out instrums is how it should go/ Count ya blessings, you've been praying for a T.N.A. session/ Words alone can't describe my stage presence aggression/ I snatch the mic up out ya hand, your privileges been revoked/ I'm doper than the dopest dope of dope you ever done smoked/ You ain't no competition with your rocks that glisten/ Your pop sound I'm dissin. Shut your mouth and listen/ Put your ear to the STREET and feel the VIBE of MUSIC/ That robotic flow you got, you should probably lose it/ I swing my dagger to kill all of your swagger/ And leave you more confused than the lyrics to "Moves Like Jagger!"/ Verse 3: Let me hit 'em and split 'em with my rhythm I give 'em/ They're talkin smack about T.N.A. that's always a given/ We shrug it off and just laugh at your wack ass team/ In your bright tank tops and your fag ass jeans/ Everyday you're shufflin like you're 13/ Copy cats of Lil Wayne calling me an earthling/ As if they're extraterrestrial not from this world/ Catch a firm beat down from B-Boys and B-Girls/ Smashin F.M. radios in a quickness/ Murder everyone in the game without a witness/ Spreading like a sickness, killin verses/ Ain't a damn thing changed, still writing for a purpose/ Even got mainstreamers thinkin they're wordsmithes/ An album full of gun talk, that's just worthless/ They beef with one another, feels like I've heard this/ Let 'em take each other out. They'll need some night nurses!/

Yo this life's still a trip. Story still remains the same/ No improvements or solutions. So I write to aim the blame/ Several problems going on in our country I'll address/ A few of them depress. I'll alleviate some stress/ Nearly 14 million Americans unemployed/ 1.2 million homes lost, families destroyed/ Recession spreading like a plague, no cure in sight/ Dear GOD, can you reach our government to make it alright? Yeah right! They're too busy avoiding real issues/ Dancing around questions. I hope you packed some tissues/ Cuz these facts are very upsetting, they bring me to tears/ We can't afford to have Obama in office 4 more years/ Yo Barack, what happened to all those jobs that you promised/ "Change" huh. Can't expect a politician to be honest/ 2 million people in America are homeless/ By years end 1.5 million kids won't know what home is/ Hook: Right there in your face I can see the signs. 4 x's Verse 2: America's debt has reached $14 trillion/ Yet they signed a supplemental bill for $37 million/ To support the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan/ Damn, there's only so many lies this man can stand/ $680 million for the department of defense/ But we're still living in fear. Does that make any sense?? Not one bit. What the hell are we still doing over there??! It's sad but true...Our government doesn't care/ We're well aware of the news documented Bin Laden death/ Chances of that stopping this war..Pssh, don't hold your breath/ Been at war for a decade since October '01/ When it comes to showing sympathy our president shows none!/ Obama promised to pull troops in his '07 campaign/ Ever since then he's been telling lies and poppin champagne/ Our government supports terrorists. Take that to the bank!/ My lack of faith in my country I have Obama to thank/ Hook: Right there in your face, I can see the signs. 4 x's

Verse 1: Apparently there's alotta hatin goin on/ In my city it's a pity and it's growin strong/ Progressively getting worse as I write this song/ I'm tryna figure out where the hell we went wrong/ Can't we get along instead of being tough guys/ Displayin naysaying. So quick to criticize/ It's city wide catch a glimpse into a critic's eyes/ Frontin' as supporters but I'm hip to lies/ They give you daps and pounds and tell you "what a dope set"/ You thank 'em, walk away, thinking that there's hope yet/ But no bet they're already bad mouthing ya name/ Callin' ya wack and all that. No shame in their game/ Claiming you're lame cuz you're a backpacker rapper/ Sayin the underground is bogus and you're just a cracker/ They start the laughter and commence with hate/ Some things will never change. So I'll just patiently wait/ Hook: So am I still waiting/ For this world to stop hating/ Jot down a plan in my pages/ Anticipating with my patience/ 2x's Verse 2: What ever happened to the good ol days when/ We had each others back in every which way and/ Gave genuine props back and forth to one another/ From crews to cliques evolving friendships become brothers/ Comradery, loyalty and lots of honesty/ Seems like no one has good values and honestly/ I don't think people know or even really care/ To find real heads now-a-days is very rare/ Too much beefin, bickering and bullshittin'/ They'd rather down talk you and hit ya with a full clippin'/ There's fools trippin' constantly on some hateration/ That's like a Denver Bronco fan facing the Raider Nation/ I've had it up to here with this lack of unity/ I'm spreading love musically through my community/ You're either against it or you're on board/ I'm tryna keep it peace like a never-ending encore/ Hook: So am I still waiting/ For this world to stop hating/ Jot down a plan in my pages/ Anticipating with my patience/ 2x's 3rd Verse: Yo YUMA City. What up?! We gotta get it crackin'/ I've got some questions in mind. Something that needs some askin'/ Are you reppin' this spot? Are you gettin' tracks in? Well make it happen. Let's put YUMA on the map then/ We gotta come together to form a huge alliance/ And show the whole world that we're HIP HOP giants/ Show defiance against any outsida's/ Go for broke mentality, yo you can't out write us/ I got ya back, you got my back. C'mon, we'll handle biz/ My firm B-Boy stance they can't dismantle this/ To all my YUMA heads, here's my formal invitation/ To join forces in music to end this separation/ No more segregation, time to unify/ I should have known better, there's always that one guy/ Guess I'm just a dreamer cuz hatred still remains/ Call me John Mayer cuz I'm waitin on the world to change/ Hook: So am I still waiting/ For this world to stop hating/ Jot down a plan in my pages/ Anticipating with my patience/ 2x's