Lyrics by George Johnson

Robbery

Genres: Hip-hop, Rap

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
I strive to be alive and survive in it cause there are limits 
I only got minutes before the bottle of Guinness is finished and someone identifies me 
I will be diminished with hits in the salt pits but I got allies to surprise and brutalize the bank while I hide for five minutes, come to shoot the  eye witness that could confess 
while wearing nightdress and would mess my plan process and itâ€™s success, so I oppress with an AK to her face firing despairing others while swearing during clearing of lockers 
but that fearing brought the motherfucking cops with their glocks and socks to fuck me up 
While I was drilling chilling to get the mill but these bastards wanted the creature within me to kill these cops with a dagger and stagger them with my homie cracker who isnâ€™t a rapper but heâ€™s a hacker slabber stopping these cops so they canâ€™t stop me from chopping knocking few brats with darts in their hearts or private parts and did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes 
while my homies became hitters towards cops
 but more like rippers to rip their faces like Hannibal lector and no-one is nicer than me or wiser to do these crimes, I am deceiver achiever a eyesore to my parents a believer and a riser and I am still Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave and achieve conceive my career goals receive respect and Throw her in a choke cause I was provoked so I soaked her till she couldnâ€™t poke me to stop, scared the remaining victims and beat them to seizure while my homies started to R-A-P-E these dumb cops in the bank while jacking the victims clits slapping it trapping those clits

Unstoppable

Genres: Hip-hop, Rap

I make schemes to blow off steam that is the theme of 
My music which is to scream at you and be a beam of hope for your self esteem 
Donâ€™t lose your-Self you are Phe-nom-enal not a oss-icle but bream trireme 
TIL YOU collapse donâ€™t wax your tracks donâ€™t let your back have cracks keep traps in your caps donâ€™t prolapse just sit in Luciferâ€™s den choosing to sin with the pen then become undisputed again booted to shoot stupid 
Muted bitches make them dil-uted perse-cuted by words just Do whatever You gotta do 
just to win the crowd allow them to avowed about how wowed they are donâ€™t be a quitter 
you gotta give in and give out not give up get out of your cloud of doubt and sprout block out with your grout to stop the clout air out the whole way like a bout Even when bitches are counting you out, and You appear to be down for the count Only time You can ever be out and about is Driving around town with your fucking whereabouts in a doubt
You got to be fire and use the game as a fryer and acquire a higher power and donâ€™t cease-fire until you cause a dire wild-fire on the ent-ire world and cons-pire A multip-lier to your ball of fire Tell these new art-ists that kings never die
Try to write a page to apply your rage wry motherfuckers as you put them in a cage defy them like a phage fuck them as you assuage dry as a reply on the stage You got to ride a shot-gun tryna get a gauge On what's hot, but You have to not con-form the art form but be a storm and claim the platform Perform your hailstorm transform the aeriform of the place with your aliform
You need to have your guts over your fears donâ€™t be a puss take the shears plus gears to buss and cuss for cheers and beers to show that you got nuts thus And You ain't stopping 'till You are on top again, all alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect or a homage poem or an ode You have been owed Stop for no one I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that Blocks your road knock it over time to go for that pot of gold