[Intro - Naomi] Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome I am your host Naomi Smith And I will be guiding you through tonight’s presentation Freedom, Liberty, Justice - the story of America But every story needs a villain And have there ever really been any heroes? [Verse 1] Wassup my fellow Americans, how the hell is ya’ll doing? I’m great, laughin’ all the way to the bank Donald Trump’s still the president, despite all that evidence, huh? Guess we made America great (heh) Spent the few years getting my racks up Now I’m back, All-American Villain, Sly deSilva on the track For the dystopia, I brought that soundtrack It’s 2020, homie, this that gangster rap I got puppets in the White House, Congress and the Senate I got police pullin’ pistols on political dissidents I got peaceful protestin’ civilians seen to be a menace While the white supremacists have ceased to need to hide intentions So, yeah, your boy’s back It’s return the Machiavellian late capitalist with the villainous raps (heh) Mask off, America’s mascot The man behind the curtain, but this ain’t Oz (ha) I’m so enthralled, Spalding ball Balding Donald Trump, taking dollars from ya’ll American been bad way before this Trump shit Even Obama had to bomb a couple children (heh) I’m too big to fail, word to Barack (ha) Red, white, blue on the Glock Robbin’ the people for trillions and Sly deSilva still winnin’ ‘Cause even if Trump lost, I still woulda had Clinton Shoulda made the deal with the devil I guess ‘Cause at the end of the day, what Sly wants, he gets You really think shit woulda been different man? When all the states in control by my sycophants? Wishful thinking, fam Get a grip, no chance Since the Mayflower I been the invisible hand I’m not a businessman; I’m a business, man Now let me handle business, damn Drone strike a village if it makes me dollar Start a war, rob the poor so the rich’ll prosper (yeah) Divide the people now they can’t confront me (ha) (“A spike in hate crimes across the country”) Got these white folk frightened, made ‘em scared of they neighbors Told ‘em they might all be MS-13 or Al-Qaeda Now they march for the hatred, blood and soil, white pride But ask Donald and: (“very fine people on both sides”) Cops still shootin’ Black people, but it don’t make the news And now they tracking down all the immigrants too ‘Cause (heh) Some of those that work forces… (“Nazis, marching down the streets in America, with torches”) I make money, money from the hate, money, money I take money, money from the state, money, money I rake money in like Donald Trump used to rape women Grab the world by the pussy, it’s mine for the taking [Interlude] “Making America Great Again… What has America ever been great in besides genocide? Besides murder, besides the enslavement of people? Name one thing America has been great in besides that!” “Money!” “Money” [Verse 2] I’m the American Dream that came true, I am capitalism I’m apple pie and tradition Sly deSilva the villain, I sow division Killin’ women and children Fillin’ my pockets up with profits since the slaves was cotton-pickin’ I am every rapist, every racist, everyone erasin’ wages As they plot to keep you in your places (heh) I’m every cop, every politician, every corporate top position Every one of you who helps to propagate the system I’m The Bad Guy who makes fun of people who die By police, laughin’ ‘cause he knows that it won’t happen to him Sly deSilva I’m mo’ crazy than Slim And mo’ Shady than the way the prison profitin’ is 1600 Pennsylvania is my trap house Where I push packs out, pimpin’ Lady Liberty’s ass Got Uncle Sam in the corner smoking crack While the Star Spangled Banner playin’ and I count stacks (haha) It’s a rich man’s world, where mo’ money the merrier Making America Great, way before the Trump era (heh) I’m the real super predator (yeah) God Bless America (hahahahahaha) [Outro - Naomi] Sly deSilva’s All-American Villain Volume 1

[Verse 1] Steppin’ up in Washington DC from Ronald Reagan National Cross the 395, got pockets full of capital Sly deSilva, ‘bout to buy off the fuckin’ Capitol All the lawmakers is gettin’ they checks cashable Made out to those elected for and by the people Paid out with Super PAC money that’s untraceable Now they in my pocket so I always got the veto Ghostwrite laws like Quentin on the RICO! (hahaha) Still get the cash stacks ’Til the casket close, I own all politcos Let that dark money flow like a Koch brother Push the war on drugs and still serve that coke, brother Countin’ strokes with the President on the golf course He double bogeyed, I eagled it on the par 4 RSOB, knock-knock-knocking on the doors “Mr. Senator, I’d like a word please” [Refrain] …And I got goons like DOOM but I don’t need no mask…. (*sirens*) [Verse 2] DEA, FBI, CIA Got alphabet boys on speed dial Federales movin’ all my dope to yo’ streets while Police servin’ out bars, like a Funk Flex freestyle (hahaha) And meanwhile, my charges get dropped pre-trial Guess it pays to fuckin’ own ‘em Hhm, yo… The schools closed but the prison’s open Money from me to the DOC, well that’s a bad omen I bought and paid for yo’ neighborhood cops Bad apples don’t fall from the tree, they just drop (*gunshot*) Another day, another kid got shot Another cell phone snuff film that everyone watch (yeah) Five-O, wylin’ Swine ride around racial profilin’ Lettin’ bullets fly You hear the sirens, Red and blue lights mean I got shooters on deck Serve and protect? Nah, my boys in blue gangbang for the set Yup [Refrain] …And I got goons like DOOM but I don’t need no mask…. (“Send her back! Send her back! Send her back!”) [Vese 3] MAGA hats, ‘Merican flags and rare Pepes Top kek, crypto-fash flash the OK Proud Boys, prowlin’ the streets in Perry polos Rollin’ fifty deep with the basket of deplorables (yeah) I fuckin’ love these dumb motherfuckers They really think they Making America Great Me? I been gettin’ cake Eating the food off they plate (haha) With JP Morgan & Chase Snatch the racks while they monger for hate (shiiiit) Tax cuts for the rich, concentration camps for kids Muslim ban, trans panic, aww, they fuckin’ love it (yeah) They cheerin’ every time the cops shoot someone in public Fuck it, just appointed some more rapist judges Grabbed democracy, holding a fuckin’ gun to it Nice country you have, it’d be bad if somethin’ happened to it (heh-heh) The Brownshirts back, remember that Can’t spell “hatred” without “red hat” Just facts (heh-ha) [Refrain] …And I got goons like DOOM but I don’t need no mask….

[Intro] NAOMI: “Good morning class!” CLASS: “Good morning Ms. Smith!” NAOMI: “Today we have a very special guest But before we begin, let’s all stand up and recite the Pledge of Allegiance So take your right hand and place it on top of your heart….” [Hook] I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all [Verse 1] Hi kids! Do you like violence? (yeah, yeah, yeah!) Wanna see me bomb a country while the world stares in silence? (uh-huh) Topple democracy, leave the people divided (yeah, yeah!) Commit war crimes and never get indicted? (uhhhh) Got the corporate profits poppin’ every bomb droppin’ (uh) Yo’ daddy workin’ at Boeing gettin’ that stock option (yeah) Paid for your big house and private school fees (heh) Destabilizin’ nations made yo’ life so sweet (hah) Wal-Mart, Wall Street, build a wall Gotta keep all the refugees out, kids, we lock ‘em up And if some of ‘em die, well, it’s all in God’s plan (heh-ha-heh) Don’t think about those kids in the border camps Just keep on sayin’… [Hook] I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all [Verse - 2] Remember kids, take your vitamins Listen what the pastor says, be a good American Make sure you tell Uncle Sam if mom and daddy did a bad thing Put on a big smile (hahahahahaha) Good children don’t question the authorities They conform, stay quiet, and pledge loyalty (shhhh!) Wolves out the cage, bulls on parade It’s a party in the USA! (hah) Okay kids, now tell me who’s a patriot? (me, me, me!) Yeah? You really love your country? (uh-huh!) Would ya die for it? Do war crimes for it? (yeah!) Attaboy, Timmy, now lemme hear it once more! [Hook] I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all (heh)

[George W. Bush] Americans move forward in every generation By reaffirming all that is good and true that came before Ideals of justice and conduct That are the same yesterday, today, and forever [Intro] Spit hotter than the napalm that burned Vietnam Flow colder than the soul of Reagan Blowin’ up like bombs over Afghanistan (heh) I’m All-American [Verse 1] Sly deSilva, All-American Villain Get it how I live, and I live takin’ billions In the shadows of the stars and stripes American gangster with the suit and tie (yeah) Devil on my shoulder told me “get it however” Devil on the other told me “load the Beretta” (heh) My money dirtier than Flint water Blood diamonds in my chain, you know I came to drip harder Wall Street got the game on lock I run the world and I sit at the top Pullin’ strings like Geppetto Dance puppet, dance All this money, and not enough rubber bands (yeah) Presidential Rollie got Reagan on the watch face Strapped with the .22 that shot RFK Star-spangled banner in the candy paint Scrape Pennsylvania Ave., got the ’64 bagged [Hook] I’m All-American Stars and stripes, apple pie Sending out the troops to fight and die I’m All-American Slavery, genocide Fireworks on the Fourth of July I’m All-American Atom bombs and drone strikes Red, blue and especially white I’m All-American Bald eagles and blue skies If you love America, you should be loving Sly I’m All-American [Verse 2] Wolfowitz Doctrine, set trippin’ on these motherfuckers 3rd world countries ‘bout the catch the fade International court, finna walk away 1986, Nicaragua v. USA Big stick diplomacy homie I put mo’ bands in Panama than Fonseca I run up mo’ bands than a banana republic It’s the Star Spangled Bandit, the bank accounts flooded Walkin’ ‘round DC like Suge Knight in Compton ’93 Death Row in the hallways of Congress (heh) Like Eazy-E, lunchin’ at the presidential functions Stealin’ oil, Iraq war stunting (uh) The only rapper with an endorsement deal from Halliburton Sly deSilva killed the whole game (perfect) In the Middle East, we stay calm, we just drop- (*bomb*) Asking where we come from? Washington [Hook] I’m All-American Stars and stripes, apple pie Sending out the troops to fight and die I’m All-American Slavery, genocide Fireworks on the Fourth of July I’m All-American Atom bombs and drone strikes Red, blue and especially white I’m All-American (heh)(yeah) I’m All-American

NAOMI: Alright everyone, thanks for being here, I’m gonna keep this brief. The president denies any quid pro quo arrangements with Mr. deSilva. The president denies accepting any bribes from Mr. deSilva. The president denies any knowledge regarding the business activities of Mr. deSilva. In fact, the president denies any and all allegations related to Mr. deSilva. There will be no questions at this time, thank you.

[Intro - Jagger / Sly] (dirty money, dirty money) 100 bands… (dirty money, dirty money) 200 bands… (dirty money, dirty money) 300 bands… (dirty money, dirty money) All this money and not enough rubber bands (yeah) [Verse 1 - Sly] Ain’t got no rapper dance, stuntin’ for the ‘Gram Hold the bands like a cell phone (no!) I get active (woah!) Spike the pints of Actavis with the fentanyl, sell that party pop (ha) Sit back and count the profits ’til the bodies drop Hands up, run the bands like cardio (run it!) I got blood money fuckin’ with the narcos (narc) All this ice on my chest got my heart froze Bust-down cardiac, VVS on my soul [Hook - Sly / Jagger] I got the racks in my hand (heh) Stackin’ ‘em up for the ends (yeah) Dirty money, got the bands (uh) Dirty money, got the bands (woah) We gon’ pull up in a Benz (skrt) Jagger and Sly back again (yeah) Stacking up money the plan (heh) Stacking up money my brand Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Diamond-flooded bust down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Think I might need two now Dirtied and bloodied my hands (heh) I could never make amends (no) Dirty money, got the bands Dirty money, got the bands [Verse 2 - Jagger] Who? What? How much? He got all those bands up? Jagger James, know the name, know I’m gettin’ mad bucks (Since we made that deal, big money been your mantra) First it was some rims, now a Rolls Royce Phantom Fuck a Plain Jane, I need every Rolly drippin’ (drippin’) I done came up, came up servin’ out the kitchen (service)  I been swerving lanes (skrt) blood money for the riches (yop) No more pocket change, foreign banks all want my bidness (guap) Stacks, stacks, stacks Young and Black, Black, Black Dirty racks racks racks Run that back, back, back  My blunts packed, packed, packed Drop that ass, ass, ass The filthiest funds from the trap, trap, trap (heh) [Hook - Sly / Jagger] I got the racks in my hand (heh) Stackin’ ‘em up for the ends (yeah) Dirty money, got the bands (uh) Dirty money, got the bands (woah) We gon’ pull up in a Benz (skrt) Jagger and Sly back again (yeah) Stacking up money the plan (heh) Stacking up money my brand Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Diamond-flooded bust down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Think I might need two now Dirtied and bloodied my hands (heh) I could never make amends (no) Dirty money, got the bands Dirty money, got the bands (woah) [Verse 3 - Sly] I just blew Iraq on a new chain Diamonds hanging by the neck like Hussein Always with the W, homie what it do? Trappin’ out the White House - old-school Cheney moves Call me Malfoy with the draco Hopping out the Lambo Robbing all your bankrolls Don’t forget the “thank you” Homie, we gon’ take it like capitalism Trickle down tippin’ the scales for the rich Whippin’ the work out the white-collar bidness Crime, crime, crime pays Thought I fuckin’ told ya’ll I been filthy rich (dirty money) is the north star Devil get you lit (heh-ha) Just sign your name It’s a lifetime of bliss for eternal torture and pain Yeah [Outro - Jagger / Sly] 100 bands… (dirty money, dirty money) 200 bands… (dirty money, dirty money) 300 bands… (dirty money, dirty money) All this money and not enough rubber bands

[Verse 1 - David Madras] I came upon a carriage That was sitting by the road It took me to a city With a river made of gold Ooooh, Lord, have some mercy Your angels always fall Chasing shadows on the wall [Pre-Hook 1 - Sly deSilva] Palace full of malice like the ’04 Pistons I been sitting on this gold throne, gold chains drippin’ In the shining city on a hill, where we get the dollar bills And gold streams ain’t be what they seem [Hook - Sly deSilva] Now where my money at? Where my racks? Where the cash at? Where the stacks? I need my paper, homie, I need that check You owe it all to me Came to collect, you gon’ pay the debt [Verse 2 - ???] Yeah, I’m from the 666 Where the block so hot the flames lit, lit, lit (hah) (uh) I’m really with that shit Pull the burner, squeeze ’til it click-click-click (haha) Always handle the bidness (boss) Forever the illest (uh) Loanshark for the hearts of men Many stories inked with a devil’s bargain [Pre-Hook 2 - Sly deSilva] It’s The Man in the Black Suit, pale face with green eyes Diamonds dancin’, Audemars how I keep time I’m in the details, soon or later I get mine All ya’ll is gon’ pay up (heh-hah) [Hook - Sly deSilva] Now where my money at? Where my racks? Where the cash at? Where the stacks? I need my paper, homie, I need that check You owe it all to me Came to collect, you gon’ pay the debt [Verse 3 - David Madras] When I woke up this morning I was blinded by a light I walked down to the river But it had turned to ice Ooooh, Lord, I’m in trouble I was wrong about it all It’s only shadows on the wall [Hook - Sly deSilva] Came to collect, you gon’ pay the debt [Outro - Naomi Smith] This is Naomi, calling on behalf of Mr. deSilva. Our records indicate your payment is now due. It is required that your debt be paid in full

[Verse 1] I just hit a lick, and dipped, out the door with the cash No getaway driver, no gun and no mask (heh) Sly deSilva, the corporate crime killer Went up inside the Bank of America rich and left richer The poster boy for late stage capitalism I get the bag, no cap, and the safe too The illest villain with the business suit (Gimme the loot) Pockets overflowing and I still rob you (heh) Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the feds Now I’m ridin’ round, bumpin’ “Once Upon a Time in Shaolin” Had to do it for my boy, Shkreli They locked him up, but they never gon’ stop us winnin’ Wall Street still stealin’, drug corps still dealin’ Police still ridin’ ‘round the hood set trippin’ Snoop Dogg still crippin’, Mike Jones still tippin’ And Sly deSilva still been the All-American Villain (ha) If life’s a game then I’m winnin’ Infinite money cheat code feelin’ When I catch heat never go to prison Let the cash speak so I’m never givin’ Self-incriminatin’ information to the prosecution That be prostitutin’ justice To the highest who been biddin’ for their freedom Treatin’ Lady Law like she be a seasoned whore Full service paid for Fuckin’ say my name more! (Sly deSilva!) Money shot on the court floor (hahahaha) [Interlude - Naomi Smith] He is a shadow that wears suit and tie Marks, marked by his green eye Risen from the lake of fire He walks the earth, intent most vile Greased palms, subprime bonds and napalm His instruments, violent songs composed Glistening jewelry drips with blood In his footprints, nothing can grow [Verse 2] I’m in yo’ state, hangin’ with yo’ senators Might donate, if they returnin’ the favors Pay to play legislation forcin’ out my competitors The federal government never been able to get at us (heh) The real Super Predator White devil always with the W Iraq War progenitor Rackets alway with the W like Roger Federer Never benevolent when it comes to getting cheddar up (yup) Warren Buff with the money rap penmanship Wall Street predator preying upon the penniless Me and the president shredding the fucking evidence Counting percentages from the lick You know white people, get money don’t spend it Or maybe we get money buy a business I’d rather buy the Justice Department and all the prisons Free all the homies that never told on my business (ha) Free Madoff, free Stanford, free Martin Shkreli All my white collar criminals, we got to be ready Get the fetti, get the paper, leave reasonable doubt Put the villains in charge, snatch the green and be out [Outro] TREY GOWDY: You want to educate the members of congress about drug pricing? Or what you called the “fictitious case against you”? Or we could even talk about, the purchase of a… Is it Wu-Tang Clan? Is that the name of the album? Name of the group? MARTIN SHKRELI: On the advice of council I invoke my Fifth Amendment privilege against self-incrimination and respectfully decline to answer your question TREY GOWDY: Uh… Mr. Chariman… I am… I am… stunned That a conversation about an album he purchased could possibly subject him to incrimination”

NAOMI: This is Naomi Smith, for News Channel 6, here on location in “the hood”, where earlier today terror struck and shots rang out in what police are saying was a brutal drug and gang related shooting. This man, who goes by the name “Denmark Vesey”, witnessed the event. Mr. Vesey, could you describe all the lurid details for the entertainment of our suburban audience? DENMARK: Sure. First the government pushed drugs into our community, preying on social economic discrimination. Then used the 13th amendment to reincarcerate us, and then parasites- NAOMI: And we are out of time! Back to you in studio…

[Intro - Richard Nixon] America’s public enemy number one is drug abuse In order to fight and defeat this enemy It is necessary to wage a new, all-out offensive [Verse 1 - Sly deSilva] It’s Mr. Rubber Band, All-American Serve that metric scale, with the government I’m in yo’ hood, it’s me and Uncle Sam Cliqued up, ship dope to the gutter, mane [Hook - Sly deSilva] I’m the plug, what you need though? (uh) I’m the plug, what you fiend for? (uh) I’m the plug, I’m the plug, I’m the plug I pack it and I ship it and I flood the street with drugs [Verse 2 - Sly deSilva] Fentanyl in the product, now all them bodies is droppin’ China Girl in the powder, cut it with Johnson & Johnson Pushin’ drugs on the people like I was Johnson & Johnson Stack commas, no conscience, deal death for the profits [Interlude - Paul LePage] Number one, I got a bill in to the legislature right now to take the traffickers… Now the traffickers, these aren’t people that take drugs These are guys that are named “D-Money”, “Smoothie”, “Shifty”…. Uh, these type of guys [Verse 3 - Sharone] Step up in the club wearing something real icy Gangsta-ass brother with a big fucking white tee See him looking at me and I know he tryna wife me Buying me a drink, then he ask me for my IG He say his name [*****] and he getting all the dough And he could buy me Louis and some Gucci from the store ‘Cause he be trapping hard and he got it for the low He don’t know, he don’t know, he don’t know He don’t know that I’m the plug [Prehook - Sly deSilva & Sharone] They don’t know, they don’t know that I’m the plug They don’t know, they don’t know that I’m the plug (plug) They don’t know, they don’t know that I’m the plug They don’t know, they don’t know [Hook - Sly deSilva & Sharone] I’m the plug, what you need though? (uh) I’m the plug, what you fiend for? (uh) I’m the plug, I’m the plug, I’m the plug I cop it and I flip it and I package up them drugs [Verse 4 - Sharone] Bitch, I’m trafficking, tryna get these packets in You barely packaging, prolly should pack it in If you ain’t figured out yet, from the outset I been the plug, boy, you just an outlet [Interlude - Ronald Reagan] As I said then, the- The street criminal, the drug-pusher, the mobster, the corrupt policeman, the public official They form their own criminal subculture They contribute to, and they prosper in a climate of lawlessness [Verse 5 - Sly deSilva] Step up in this bitch, green tie with the button-up Handshakes with presidents, smiles for the photo-op Making backroom deals that gon’ let me get my profits up Favor for a favor, ‘cause I'm where the campaign dollars from They got this war on drugs, and I know it’s all for show (yeah) Crackin’ down on ya’ll while I rack up all the dough (yeah) Business deals with Sly but they act like they don't know They don't know, they don't know, they don't know They don’t know that I’m the plug But they know that I’m the plug They know just what I does, errybody know what’s up They turn a blind eye so they get they dollars up Policing for some profits every time they lock ‘em up I got it in the bag, I don’t slang it from my hand I sell it by the key, I don’t sell it by the gram My bricks come on planes that the military sends So when I’m in the streets, ain’t no one know who I am [Outro - Sharone] They don’t know, they don’t, they don’t They don’t know, they don’t, they don’t They don’t know, they don’t, they don’t They don’t know, they don’t They don’t know that I’m the plug

[Intro] I met this girl when I was ten years old And what I loved most, she had so much… Hahahaha Sike Just kidding Motherfuckers [Hook] Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop To the beat, ya’ll, and it don’t stop A yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop Sly deSilva in the building and I’m headed for the top Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop A one, two, y’all, and it don’t stop A Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop Sly deSilva, I’m the villain, I’m the new face of hip-hop [Verse 1] Profiting off of the awful conditions That’s probably brought on by me and the squads of my minions (heh) I got a lot of stock bought in the prisons So when they lock the cell block it’s the profits I’m gettin’ Got goons like DOOM but I don’t need no mask Could shoot you down broad day (heh-ha) Fifth Ave But then there’s gunfire residue up on my new Gucci suit But then there’s blood on my brand new Berluti shoes Plus, my crew’s trigger fingers loose like police When they look at Black youths with they hands up and still shoot I pursue the loot with the ruthlessness Sly is bad for your health like the fructose is Truth is since you was last sippin’ that juice and gin Sly slipped inside the game just like a Rufilin Responsible for that situation you grew up in And now I get the bag off the culture just to rub it in [Hook] Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop To the beat, ya’ll, and it don’t stop A yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop Sly deSilva in the building and I’m headed for the top Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop A one, two, y’all, and it don’t stop A Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop Sly deSilva, I’m the villain, I’m the new face of hip hop [Bridge] Still no changes, still no peace It’s war in the streets and a war in the middle east Instead of war on poverty There’s still this war on drugs so I could stack that cheese [Verse 2] I’m the conscious rapper kryptonite Tell the kids that guns is tight Sell the drugs, hang with thugs, spend your dollars on some ice ’Til you right where they want you: serving life While Sly deSilva steal them stacks up off your strife Got these rappers suicidal ‘cause it’s my world now I siphon millions from the starving children just to please the crowd (ha) I rhyme precise and kill mics like (*beep*) Sly deSilva, rap game supervillain Did a show last night, some bitch said I’m a misogynist I said “so what, bitch? So’s the president” And we both hella rich white men Pimpin’ like we heaven-sent Bout to set a whole ‘nother precedent Unholy what my presence is, turn heads like The Exorcist D’Evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses Criminal Minded like Boogie Down Microphone Fiend White Devil with the hip-hop sound (heh) I’m what Lord Jamar warned you about The consequence of giving all the culture vultures the clout The logical extension when seven in ten rap fans got the pale complexion And complicit in the oppression So, now we get to the heart of it Hip-hop been pimped out for profit Chart topping off a new market And you don’t think that you part of this? Dog, you chose to bump the evil white man tape, instead of a Black artist (hahahaha) [Hook] Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop To the beat, ya’ll, and it don’t stop A yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop Sly deSilva in the building and I’m headed for the top Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop A one, two, y’all, and it don’t stop A Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop Sly deSilva, I’m the villain, I’m the new face of hip-hop [Outro] Keep bouncing… Keep bouncing…

[Intro - Cpt. Allen, SPD] I am Captain Allen of the Seattle Police department I am now issuing a public safety order to disperse Which means leave this area If you do not do so, you may be arrested, or subject to other police action Other police action could include the use of chemical agents or less lethal munitions Which may inflict significant pain or result in serious injury (Keep bouncing) [Astral Trap] Autonomous Zone with the ominous Future in hold of the auditing Land of the holy, but dead again Ships in the sky with the neon lights Figuring shifting the shadow world Lost in the cube of the Saturn world Free but the Earth and it never been Spewing the gas in the chemical Stuck in a path with the lost Still the law came at ‘cha Our henchmen pull the latches  These answers in the cauldron Fuming, fusing the conscious Clues and clues of the knowledge Closing walls in a dark room Rather raw with the god fruit But it’s off when they taunt you Then it’s war when they want you Puking property probably Talking codes past the normie You see we skate the desert, we spit till nearly dry You see us early rise, the chapter ridden die (Keep bouncing) [Brill] Running wild I’m in apocalypto Wild, wild west minded Motherfucker tryna get a nut and prolly fuckin’ up a system Like a young nigga going crazy with the kick-drum Like I sell big dope and turn it into crypto Dirtbag boy diving deep into the dark web Want no smoke, all my niggas with the nonsense Late night, homie come alive when he off meds, uh You be looking obvious Took a picture with a real nigga But the concept of guilty by association really don’t apply to this Ride with us Ominous feeling the nighttime Bet you catch a vibe that I fathered, bitch Pipe dreams turn to pipe bombs Problems that I might solve throwing Molotovs into parliament Whole gang outside, call God again Some bitches really love to get upset and really wanna call a nigga childish Sippin’ my chalice Suck a dick or double my balance Drip and don’t fuck with no stylist Scummy nigga really only runnin’ with a group of unhinged dirtbag antagonists Wolfside wasteland lookin’ so immaculate Re-rock kitchen showin’ off a nigga acumen Shit too hard you could feel in your abdomen, damn Sly told me get ‘em and I did that Not quite dead, we ain’t really with the rah-rah See a lotta niggas talk big really lie a lot Lay a nigga down like he givin’ praise, Allāhu ʾakbar Man got no sleep, broad got lockjaw You ride coattails, just got dropped off Your time cut short, my gang sawed off This world mine now, your run all done (Keep bouncing) [Ray Jones] I’m from Acres Homes, bet I grab that chrome I’ma let em go I want them body shots that make ‘em rock, like I’m Bobby, hoe I found my zone, nappy headed nigga, only snitch on combs If I wasn’t born in ’95 they’d call me J-Lo’ hoe Hol’ up (Mmmm) How you do that? CIA been flooding us with white, we made crack Government turned world against us, dawg, cause we Black I’m 24, ridin’ on 24’s like I’m Black Mamba, going down under ya skin Like wontons, in soup like Wuhan (ha) I’m the bat that started it all You try to eat off me, shit, I’ma fuck up it all (Keep bouncing) [Villainus] Ay, ay, Masque of the Red Death  Hey, hey, party ’til you lose your breath Yay, yay, you sniffin’ mine’s it's the best Shame, shame, the governor has a fit These days it feels like we live in a black plague  Black paid, ’til they went and shut down Backpage  Trap laid, its the state of the last age As they raid; tanks, quarantine, but no aid (ay) Picture me walking through the ave, fam (ave, fam) Mixture of fear appearing as they stand back (stand back) Bitch nigga grabbed ass so I beat him, no hazmat Bloody ass hands (facts) It’s crazy like its Mad Max Didn’t lack broke my finger on his face, facts Fixin’ that’s a pain in the ass, hospital mad packed COVID-19, got everything backed up, hard to track Striking one bug, Babylon the great collapse (Keep bouncing) [Verse Mega] Ahem, uh Government loves when you turn up (We) Think about nothing just turn up (Need) Go with the system and turn up, we live for the turn up It’s lit when you turn up (Change, Change) Post on your socials and turn up (Don't) Time is disposable, turn up (Change) Nothing should focus you, turn up We hoping you turn up and worship the (It’s own) I spy, the illest eye in the sky My minds eye, high wire wireless walking wifi Signs I, see as if soothsayers described times Simulating the scenes, celebrated in sci-fi Pitching poison but painting pictures of paradise Paradox or hypocrisy, parasites seeking sacrifice Satellites in the sky, surveil us but with excitement Privacy violated for likes, so we learn to like it Psychic Simon Says, audacious angel peeping the angles I wrap circles over these heads, tilting my halo Never the dummy and not the ventriloquist Out of the box we know not what the limit is Copping the swap they go bliss for your ignorance I am the opposite, cognitive dissonance (Turn up!) (Keep bouncing) [Cartie Curt] Air Forces, no laces Shoebox with big faces Drop 36 on the 41 Rolex got big faces All I do is move white You can get it clean or deep fried I’m just talking my shit We connected on this side You can get girl for the low and I ain’t talking ‘bout Dateline Take a bite out that apple I don’t say shit on Facetime I was just shittin’ on Facetime Ain’t no state, this fed time Transport work ‘cross state lines Niggas playing with them blurred lines Ya’ll clowns like a circus Take a look behind the curtains I’m tryna get millions Ya’ll stuck in your feelings I’m shittin’ on purpose Your connect ain’t workin’ Coupe got stars in the ceiling It’s that Neil Armstrong feeling (*gunshot*) (Keep bouncing) [Sly deSilva] It’s that kleptocrat, snatching all yo’ fuckin’ racks Racks on racks on racks on racks ’til the fuckin’ market crash Stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks when that fuckin’ market crash I get the bailout money and run it back Bitch, I’m too big to fail! Panama paper pimpin’ I’m whippin’ in the Lambo Dollar sign bag, treat the bank like a bando All-American Villain Triple six rings like Kareem, Jordan and Pippen Listen, shaped this world in my image Dark and dilapidated, sirens off in the distance My shooters move silent and handle shit with the quickness Like an impeachment trial - no witnesses Rap style warp through the ether Ask Naomi ‘bout the price for a feature (*Naomi laughs*) Sea rising like my bank account This is Dystopia Music ya’ll just (keep bouncing)

NAOMI: Class is dismissed, I'll see you kids tomorrow TIMMY: Uh, Ms. Smith? NAOMI: Yes, Timmy? TIMMY: Why do you look like the girl on the TV?

[Intro - Denzel Ross] This world is flaming and blazing Think it needs some dousing In that holy water I walk the line my momma showed me But shit’s getting crazy Tempt to find another Oh, no, no, no [Verse 1 - Sly deSilva] No God but the devil walks the earth Now The Bad Guy finna take yo’ ass to church Where the truth is Him, where the profits big Where the youth pastor been touching up your kids Well-dressed demons wearing clerical collars Offer your soul salvation in exchange for a dollar Follow what the pastor say, listen to the Father As the shepherds of the flock lead they lambs to the slaughter I wash my hands of blood in this holy water In Jesus’ name, the rich will prosper The new apostle, preach prosperity gospel While the poor die quick in an understaffed hospital Shoulda been richer, shouldn’t have been such a sinner If you had God’s blessing your pockets woulda been bigger Guess the Lord smiling on me, ‘cause all this money is for me Keep killing God’s children and my profits keep soaring [Interlude - Denzel Ross] Chasing highbeams that your eyes see Running head first into a glass screen [Verse 2 - Sly deSilva] Tryna paint my descriptor in the holy scripture Egyptian slaves looking white in pictures And Jesus saves, but his race been switched So now his lily-white face looking like his depicters Straight outta Nazareth where the demographics Arabic And accurately no one look like me or B. Rabbit But it’s iconoclastic to say he got brown skin So better believe it, or we say you don’t believe Him A Galilean seems European If not, then you a heathen And Moses white too, leading white slave Jews So you see, it’s not the same as Ms. Tubman I love it I made whiteness divine, now your soul mine Internalized all my lies inside of your mind That white’s righteous cause we made in his image So them cursed dark folks musta really been sinning (heh) I’m Satanic, causing Islam panic Now bombed homes are collateral damage Pillaged the Middle East and I left it in pieces ‘Cause we dehumanized those who look like Jesus [Interlude - Denzel Ross] And while you scheming and thirsting The drought will roll in Gonna need some holy water Holy water [Verse 3] Blessed be ye poor, for yours the kingdom of God But on this Earth it’s all mine, every dime that you got Taking it while I’m laughing, the opiate of the masses Got you doped up thinking you should lower my taxes Make you think a war for oil that new crusade When civilians get bombed, Sly deSilva gets paid And all the good Christians would pray for me But I’m the wolf from John 10 Ya’ll prey for me

[Verse 1] (hah) I’m coming straight outta John 10 Crazy motherfucker named Sly deSilva From the country built on genocide of Native people From that country where the rich eat the poor people Star Spangled Banner waving out the Porsche window I get it lit like a cross in Alabama Tote the blammer like Son of Sam And ran up on your Congressman, in the suit, tie and the bandana Told him pass the bill or his body on the Channel 6 News cameras I could never be reprimanded Black Air Force 1s, kickin’ it with the mandem Judges, prosecutors, business leaders, the president Fuck with the set, we come fo’ yo' neck like Jeffrey (hah) Gettin’ Epstein money, shout out to Bill Clinton Bill Gates, stackin’ bills, money in the fuckin’ bank Fuckin’ ‘round with Sly, you gon’ be deader than Billy Mays Do it OxiClean, never leave a fuckin’ trace All yo’ leaders fake, they all up on the take My puppets dance up on the stage (hey) They pray for the weak, I prey on the sheep It’s “fuck Jordan Belfort”, baby I’m the real Wolf of Wall Street (Hah!) [Interlude 1] But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd Whose own the sheep are not Seeth the wolf coming and leaveth the sheep and fleeth And the wolf catcheth them and scattereth the sheep The hireling fleeth because he is an hireling And careth not for the sheep [Verse 2] Another day, another terrorist action Staring down the barrel of American fascism (yeah) The next mass shooter grabbed the gat from his room (heh) Click-clack-boom They say the second protects the first Hope ya’ll feel safer when my goons with the ARs standing outside the voting booths (heh) In that vocal booth (*gunfire*) Gunfire in the air, hellfire in Pro Tools (heh) Triple six shit I’m at your door like a Jehovah’s Witness Taking care of business I spit that sick shit, Tuskegee syphilis Told your kids, pledge allegiance to the flag (heh-ha) Lord knows, I’m from that place that be scorchin’ Selfish to the core, I need the biggest portion Corporations? Blue chip Bullets got the blue tips This is America, put that shit in the bag, bitch! (*fireworks*) Fireworks so gorgeous July 4th, rubbing shoulders with the Forbes list Whip Ferraris and Porsches like it was Forza Motorsport Immortal, selling death like Phillip Morris An enormous fortune, built on war and bloody corpses Corporate extortion, still move bricks like JP Morgan Still, the only rapper with an endorsement deal from Halliburton Sly deSilva, late capital’s corpus My forces work enforcement for the four horsemen Supporting foreign wars and forced abortions They chant the fourteen words and wield the tiki torches While I reap a fortune The Micheal Jordan of political horror This the New World Order [Interlude 2] Reporting live Everything is normal, and this is fine This is Naomi Smith, for news channel six (six six) Goodnight [Bridge] I’m known by many names, I’m known by many faces (*Naomi laughs*) Sly deSilva just the latest Slither my way to the funds (*ssssss*) Speak with a forked tongue since Genesis 3:1 [Interlude 3] Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field Which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman Yea, hath God said, ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? [Verse 3] The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog How you gon’ see me when you livin’ in the fog I was known as Damien in a past life I hit the lick like DMX hit the crack pipe Paint the stars and stripes Pentagrams and blood stains in parallel lines Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light? Behold, a pale horse, rider grippin’ the mic Every verse I recite, the dragon flow through the prose Rap like Baphomet on the beat, I’m the GOAT Hide the horns and the cloven feet ’til the shepherd count the sheep The cousin of sleep, so stay woke I’m the, most villainous, the most thrill killing-est The most stealing money from the starving African children-est Verse so hot might drone strike a village (*drone flying*) [Verse 4] (*missile strike*) There was this kid in Iraq 12 years old, legs blown off As he lay there dying he seen me creep through the fog Somehow, he recognized me, I could tell so I paused I slowly walked over, knelt down, as he coughed He asked me why I did it, why the Devil don’t stop I looked him in the eye and said “I did it all for hip-hop” [Outro] Sly deSilva Ghost Money All American Villain Volume One (One, one, one) One more thing I only just started warming up Hades Hell’s not hot enough yet… (laugh) God Bless America, baby (Amen)