now if max wrote his own bio for that team redline introduction…we are witnessing real time lestappen psychological warfare (also known as flirting)

Leave Before You Love Me

A/N: College/highschool AU inspired by "Leave Before You Love Me" by Jonas Brothers x Marshmello. I don't know, I can't decide if it's college or highschool.

Warning: IMPLICATIONS OF SMUT. Just brief mentions. Because I'm a pure, innocent child and will throw my computer out of my window at the thought of writing smut. The few suggestive sentences I wrote had me cringing and flushing bright red.

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Your eyes flutter open as the sunlight seeps through the blinds. You groan, snuggling closer to the warm body next to yo- Hold on. Your eyes snap open and you backpedal, falling off the bed noisily.

"Ow!"

The naked figure stirs but doesn't wake and you creep around the room, grabbing your scattered clothes. Slipping out the bedroom door, you make it about halfway down the stairs before an annoying voice startles you.

"So you slept over, eh?"

You turn to find Pietro Maximoff leaning against the banister of the stairs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He slides smoothly down the banister, sliding past you as you continue trekking down the stairs.

"Yeah, I guess I fell asleep without knowing." You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, flashes of last night going off in your head. You follow him into the kitchen where he pulls out some leftovers from the fridge. He snorts.

"Sure. Well, I can't let you leave here in good conscience without at least feeding you." It's your turn to stifle a giggle.

"Feeding me with food your mother prepared?" He slides a bowl of reheated tomato soup over.

"It's the thought that counts."

You sip at the soup thoughtfully, barely holding back a groan at the taste of the soup.

"I don't get it. How can your mom make food taste so good? And it's reheated!" You pout, sullenly poking at the red liquid. Pietro laughs, slurping up his soup noisily, leaving a few tomato splatters all over his face. You snort, pointing at your own face.

"You got tomato soup everywhere Piet." He wipes at his mouth wildly with his shirt sleeve, managing to wipe away every spot except for one. You sigh amusedly, reaching out to with your napkin to wipe it off.

"Ahem." The two of you jump apart at the sudden noise. Standing in the doorway is Wanda, her hair ruffled, her long legs poking out from under the oversized sweater wrapped around her.

Do you think she's wearing anything underneath that?

You mentally chide yourself for having such dirty thoughts. Wanda makes her way to the marble countertop looking visibly disgruntled, sitting beside you. You scooch over a bit, hoping to leave a respectable distance between the two of you but after last night, she appears to have other plans, stealing Pietro's bowl of soup and sliding much closer to you.

Pietro smirks, taking his backpack from the back of his chair and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you at school!" You gag on your remaining bit of soup. The door slams behind him and Wanda scoots impossibly closer to you.

"So..." She flutters her eyelashes at you and you gulp. "About last night-"

You stand up abruptly, dropping your empty bowl into the sink and grabbing your backpack.

"See you at school Wanda!" You mutter, your face turning the same shade as the tomato soup.

"Wait!" She sighs as the door slams shut.

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"How was last night?" Darcy asks nonchalantly.

You choke and she rushes to pat you on the back.

"Geez, was it that bad?" She cracks and you offer her a weak smile, attempting to take your mind off the recurring thoughts of Wanda, hovering above you, necklaces and wavy auburn hair dangling above you. You shiver, turning back to Darcy, who waits expectantly for your answer.

"It was fine." You answer tentatively and she stares at you exasperatedly as you take a swig of water.

"So you didn't... Sleep with her?" Your eyes fly open, water spraying out of your mouth and all over Darcy. "Oh gross!"

"I- Yeah I did." You crack under Darcy's stern gaze as she wipes the spit-water off of herself. She cries out triumphantly, attracting a few odd stares from your surrounding classmates.

"I knew it! You've been pining after her for ages! So you guys are together now?" You sigh and she deflates, her jubilant mood evaporating. "Why are you sighing?"

"I left before she could say anything." Darcy stands up, slamming her fists onto the table.

"What!? Why?" She curses, immediately nursing her injured fists.

"You know why. I'm not risking anything. You remember how bad it was when I got dumped by Natasha?" Darcy frowns.

"Wanda is the polar opposite of Natasha." She points out and your eyebrows crease as you think.

"I know but- Oh shit." You mutter, your eyes landing on Wanda who appears to be approaching at a rather fast pace. "Gotta go!" You scoop up your bag and books and take off at a surprising speed, tripping a few times in your hurry. Darcy looks around for a bit and understanding dawns on her when Wanda reaches their table.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Wanda tugs at her auburn locks rather nervously.

"Nope." Darcy lies through her teeth. Wanda groans in frustration before taking off again. Darcy shakes her head before returning her attention to the massive pile of books in front of her.

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"Y/N!" A voice booms and you flinch as an arm wraps around you.

"Hey Tony." You smile weakly at the teen genius.

"You're comin' to my party right?" He flashes you an award-winning smile and you open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off, answering his own question with his massive ego. "Of course you're coming. I'll be watching out for you." With one last wink at you, he saunters away. You deflate, shoving your books into your locker.

"Damn I've gotta learn to say no." You slam your locker shut and turn to find yourself staring into a pair of startlingly green eyes. For a moment your stomach backflips as you assume they're Wanda's but then clarity reaches its hand out to you. You snarl.

"What do you want?" Natasha regards you with sad eyes, shuffling her feet in front of you.

"You know what I want." You start down the bustling hallway at a smart pace with Nat trailing behind you. "I want you."

"You broke up with me Natasha Romanoff, not the other way around. You don't get to barge into my life again and make requests like you own the place." She stares at you with watery eyes, grabbing your arm.

"Do I not own your heart anymore?" She says quietly and you falter for a moment, almost reaching out but another arm wraps around your waist, tugging you away.

"Do not touch her." This time, you look up into the unmistakable eyes of Wanda Maximoff.

"You." Nat growls and Wanda pries her fingers off your arm.

"I will not ask you again." With one last dirty glare at Wanda, she glides away, disappearing in the groups of people.

"Y/N, I really need to talk to-" You cut her off, wrenching your body out of her grasp and disappearing swiftly into the crowds. "-you. God damn it!" She stomps her foot angrily.

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Tony Stark's parties are known for being obnoxiously loud and filled with drunk teenagers.

You carefully make your way to the door of his home, where loud music can be heard, blasting through the walls. A couple falls out of a bush, the boy's shirt unbuttoned and the girl's dress half ripped. You blush, averting your eyes before stepping into the mansion.

It's safe to say, you'd rather have stayed outside with the couple then stay inside.

Everywhere you look, there are drunk, horny teenagers grinding on each other, making your stomach roil. You shake your head, immediately heading towards the washroom which happens to be upstairs. The winding staircase leaves you panting for air as you trudge past an empty bedroom towards the washroom. An arm wraps around your wrist, pulling you into said bedroom. You scream but it's muffled by a soft hand clapping around your mouth.

"Shhhhh!" A familiar voice hisses behind you, removing their hand.

"Wanda?" You whisper, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. She wraps her arms around your waist, giving you a light kiss behind your ear.

"Hello love. Remembered me have you?" She whispers, her voice silky as her kisses trail downwards. You shiver at her touch.

"Wanda. We can't." You protest weakly. "It's a party. This is Tony's house." She ignores your feeble protests and you sigh.

Fuck it.

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You purr at the comfortable warmth next to you when you wake, burying your face further into the figure.

It chuckles and you squeal in fright, attempting to wriggle away but it's already put it's arms around you again.

"Where do you think you're going lyubov?" You flush at the pet name but gently pull yourself out of her arms and into a standing position. The bed creaks as Wanda stands up as well. You pull your shirt on and begin pulling your jeans on. "Y/N."

You ignore her and continue buttoning your pants together.

"Y/N." She says more forcibly and you turn, unable to ignore her.

"Yes?" She regards you weakly, her hands behind her back.

"When are you going to face the truth?" You stare at her, flabbergasted by her line of questioning.

"What are you talking about?" You play dumb and she sighs.

"This, Y/N! Us." She gesticulates angrily at you.

"We can't do this anymore. We shouldn't." You avoid her eyes, guilt flooding you.

"Please." She whispers, stretching her arms out in an attempt to caress your face but you flinch away. "Please tell me you feel something. Anything. You know you love me."

You steel your resolve.

"I don't feel anything." Wanda's soft sniffles echo throughout your ears and mind as you close the door behind you.

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Does this need a part 2? Hm...

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Happy Valentine’s Day, Soldat~

Ship: Stucky (Mentions of Starker and Clintasha) Rating: M Contains: Making out, Alluding to sex, Strong Language Initial prompt: Valentine's day, The Obligatory Day Of Love... and my friend spoiling his girl  Words: 1142 Summary: Bucky hates Valentine's day. Every year Steve goes off on a mission the day before and doesn't return until the day after. Every single year, Bucky is forced to watch the other Avengers give and receive gifts and schedule outings. All while he's forced to worry about his love. This year won't be any different, right?

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A/N: I know this is a Valentine's Day fic, but I felt like posting it now. Thank quarantine. This is its fault.However, this is a really sweet fic I wrote. 

The frame of reference is that I do not like Valentine's Day (Frankly, I never have.). To my friends, I call it the Obligatory Day of Love. This year was my first time experiencing Valentine's day on a college campus. Yes, it is very, VERY different. This fic was inspired after my friend posted a picture of him spoiling his girlfriend with loads of gifts after being gone for a while. Hopefully, despite it being unbeta'ed and quite fast-paced, you will enjoy it!

Up here in the balcony is Bucky's safe place. Nothing can hurt him from up here. He's safe, he's alone, and it's fine.

In the living room below, Peter squeals. "It's so beautiful, Tony!" The other Avengers all make sounds of approval. Thanks to Bucky's Supersoldier hearing, nothing gets past him.

"It's so pretty, Tony!" Nat and Clint's voices are full of smiles, piquing Bucky's interest.

"Definitely a magnificent choice, dear comrade." Thor remarks

"How did you match it to his eyes?!" Wanda squeals along with Carol, the girls giggle as Bucky gags.

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Later that day, Clint somehow surprises Natasha with roses and a teddy bear with a knife inside. She makes a noise that Bucky's sure pierces his eardrums. As he looks over the balcony, he sees her kiss the archer hard on the lips, clearly pleased by the gift.

"What are you doing up here, Manchurian Candidate? Everybody's downstairs." Tony appears at the top of the stairs, curious.

"I know. That's why I'm up here," Bucky sighs

"Because you are avoiding everyone else and their feelings?" "Yep. I don't want to be down there watching Clint and Nat make out and be trapped next to you and Peter cuddling. He huffs and crosses his arms, looking the other way, "It's gross." "Is someone lonely?" The inventor slides down the wall and starts poking Bucky's cheek.

"I'm not lonely, Stark," Bucky growls, grabbing Tony's wrist threateningly, "And I swear to god if you don't take your hands off my face, I will break your wrist." "Then are you pissed about Fury taking Steve from you for the fifth year in a row?" He jerks his wrist out of the other's iron grip, rubbing the now bruising flesh.

"N-no."

"Ha! Yes, you are!"

"You know what, fuck you, Tony, you'd be just as pissed if Peter wasn't here." The Sergent flicks his hair into his face, hiding his tears.

"Alright, alright. Sorry that I pissed you off, Buck."

"I just want him here, not five thousand miles away."

The two sit up in the balcony until Peter pokes his head around the corner, "Sir, everything is ready for you." Bucky looks up to see more of the 19-year-old than he ever wanted to.  The boy stands at the end of the hall, barefoot, and clad in a black lacy robe, white lacy-fishnet thigh highs, and a soft pink tulle bralette with matching micro skirt.

"Oh, sorry, Mr Barnes, sir! I didn't realize you were here!" he tries to cover himself with the sheer fabric.

"It's okay, Peter. Also, remember how I told you to call me Bucky?" The man, now blushing deeply, tries to look anywhere but at Peter's long legs.

"Right, sorry."

Tony laughs before patting Bucky's knee, "Right, I've gotta go take care of... that... Ahem... Don't stay up here pouting for too long, okay?"  Bucky shrugs dismissively, watching as Tony chases after the boy, carrying him off to the elevator.

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He stays up there until well after the other Avengers have gone to bed. Nothing feels right. The fireplace below shouldn't be vacant, the kitchen should smell like dinner, and the elevator door shouldn't be dinging. Wait, dinging? The panel above the door reads "L" and the part to reveal...

"Steve?!" Bucky shouts excitedly, running down the stairs.

"Yep, it's me, you dork." He laughs at the small cry that releases from the super soldier's throat, "You missed me that much, hm?" Bucky nods, pulling the other in for a hug. The smell of the blonde soldier comforts him instantly. Instead of what most people would describe as burnt and sweaty gunpowder, Bucky described as home.

Steve wraps an arm around his boy, running his fingers through the short hairs at the base of Bucky's scalp. "I missed you so much, baby, I'm sorry that I'm so late. I, uh, got these for you." Steve pulls the bouquet of plum blossoms out from between them, "Y'know, before they got crushed," He laughs lightly, "What did I miss?"

"Tony got Peter a new necklace that matches his eyes, Clint (actually) surprised Natasha for once, and Wanda received some flowers from someone."

"And what about you? What did you do all day, baby? Hopefully, it wasn't sitting up there and pouting." Bucky grumbles, his hair falling in his eyes. "You did, didn't you? Bucky, I told you not to!"

"I don't care. 'ts Stupid." He huffs, hiding his face back in Steve's neck.

"Valentine's day is stupid to you?" Steve leads the man to the couch, sitting them both down, "Why?"

"Because you are never here for it, Steve. I have to sit and watch the others give gifts and kiss and plan dates. I don't get the luxury of wondering what we are going to get up to later after we drink wine and eat stupid little cheese squares. I don't get to wonder how I'm gonna dress up for you. I don't get to fantasize about all the different ways I can make tonight perfect. I have to worry that you aren't going to come home." Bucky explains, his head falling to rest on the other's chest.

Steve's fingers pass through his hair, pulling in spots and massaging in others. He smiles at the soft noises and breaths that fall from the man's lips. "You are perfect, Baby, absolutely Perfect. I'm so sorry I wasn't here earlier. I swear the entire time that I was out on that mission all I could think of was you at home waiting on me. Agent Morris kept shouting at me for being distracted. I kept making comments about you and Agent Hill kept giving me ideas for our date, but I guess we were annoying him because I wouldn't stop gushing about you. I swear though, I wanted nothing more than to be here to take care of you."

Bucky laughs breathlessly, leaning up to kiss at Steve's jaw. "I love you, Stevie, I'm sorry for being mad."

"It's okay, Buck, I'm sorry that I'm never here for my best boy." Bucky laughs at the wording, leaning up to kiss him properly.

Steve licks at the seam of his lips, kissing him deeper. Bucky growls, somewhere in his chest, causing the other to pull him over into his lap. He pushes at the man's midriff, pressing down with his hips, "What's wrong, baby?"

"I need you, Stevie." He whines again, trying to get the point across via his hips.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you to suffer?" Steve lowers his voice as he picks the man up, "Even if watching you squirm is probably the hottest thing known to mankind."

"Steve quit teasing!!!" Bucky whines, only hushed by Steve's kisses and the promises of a perfect night whispered on his lips.

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Post A/N:  Now, Before you go to google trying to figure out who "Agent Morris" is, it's a nod to my friend who inspired this fic.

There have been times when I’ve wondered if Black Thought should be in the running for #goat emcee. This video is one of those times. My friend and colleague, drummer Morgan Childs, actually transcribed these amazing rhymes: Uh I’m sorry for your loss it’s somebody dead in a car and it’s probably one of yours The writin’ all across the window and the walls Whether it was true or false We shouldn’t have got involved Remember We walked past the teacher take the chalk and laugh We wrote punishments “I will not talk in class” Now it’s pistols punishing people for talking fast And all these innocent bystanders is haulin’ ass I hate to say “I told y’all” but I told y’all Things fall apart when the center to weak to hold y’all I’m just collecting what you owe to my owe jar You ‘bout to get swooped down on and stoled on Fools swear they wise, wise men know they foolish but we was headed for the web even before computers I never thought you’d give me a reason to do this Cain and Abel Jesus and Judas Caesar and Brutus I see intruders avert yer eyes I told you keep out of the hood Circumcise How could you sleep, I thought you always was the first to rise Eyo you heard the line Errybody plays the fool Well I be that exception to the rule The principal that hand deliver lessons to the school I was makin’ major moves My dollar déjà vu My mission when my ambition was brandishin’ the tool to be an icon wearin’ slippers made of python Get mine quicker ‘cause I’m slick as a pipeline Transportin’ the oil tribulation and toil hit the operation but I’m back in the soil Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted silk with cashmere burn the room down in a minute, built it last year Newsflash, I dodged the bullet that killed the cashier My homie told me to come with him to the masthead Them brothers said don’t go from written bars filled with rage to prime time television and your gilded cage Then forget there’s people in the world still enslaved I bar white at my wrist, and let it fill the page Gunfire and flare Sirens glare I’m in an iron chair with people who care don’t get the lion’s share When I don’t give a fuck then I ain’t fair I’m on a higher table people getting’ money like the finest hair Catch the herald I’m fresh chopped and beveled rap on a doctorate level so F Scott Fitzgerald Maybe I’m the new Rakim Maybe I’m Fab Pharoah Undergarments are armor be my intimate apparel Pre-Kardashian Kanye My rhyme play immaculate Same cadence as D.O.C. pre-accident Maybe my acumen is on par with Gucci rappin’ and gimme the proper respect motherfucker we back again For a couple things we lost in a fire the drive and desire to perform on a higher plateau I make that show lost in a mire Wondering how we got so far from inspired Look, when photos were sepia toned and record players were something you would keep in your home Yo the traveller the meanin’ Tariq he was known For the exemplary performance, uniquely his own I made the 21 pound for some a newfound religion When money’s put down there’s only one sound to make OGs and young lions equally proud to listen To seek what amalgam-ism an algorithm comin’ from where only kings and crowns permitted to darkness Where archaeologists found my image in parchment rolled into a scroll holdin’ a message for you It said the only thing fo sho is taxes death and trouble The anomaly, sworn solemnly high snobbery Freakinomics and war policy dichotomy That’s Heaven and Hades Tigris and Euphrates His highness, the apple of the iris to you ladies As babies we went from simolac to infomill to the internet and fentanyl when our consent was still against the will I got that detox for y’all The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra I’m a griot that make you want to peacock your arm every heavy dignitary payin’ me top regards boy I’m three octaves far from the bi noc ulars so the smart money feelin’ get the heat out the car yo I’m K dot Lamar meets Tupac Shakur Got profiled by a few cops too hot to charge, listen somebody said a price tag was on a rapper’s head so we gonna see a nice bag when a rapper dead the mast black the flag green black and red they probably wave a white flag out the prasma shed (?) no doubt Yo the Game went they own route I can’t explain what these lame kids is talmbout Or how they fit they whole foot into their own mouth I put a couple bodies in a brown bag then I’m en route I’m sneaker shoppin’ with my stuntas size 8 prior to they release, cuz why wait? Look, in my state I got electrified gates for these blasé gods hatin’ at a high rate ‘cause I dodged fate then got great to fly straight if we ain’t family or friends then we don’t vibrate and I’m that Gun in yah face none of y’all safe If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place Slippin’ Sipping on somethin’ with a strong taste Like whiskey or bootleg bourbon with a corn base (Malavine?) take resemble a vehicular threat The mic I spray resemblin’ a sickle of death It ain’t strenuous to come from a continuous breath I set fire to the venue Imma spin you in step Rinse repeat You checkin’ for the sound of the beats I’m the hound I’m a creep I get down Imma eat Imma keep sumpin’ and lay a naysayer to sleep playin’ wit heat nobody and nothin’ fucking with ‘Riq yo these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the streets Nigga peace You ain’t workin’ with nuttin’ but the police, listen you ain’t feelin’ to be nothin’ but the deceased, listen you in the tournament with a permanent crease I strike fear in the hearts of rap figures who mind bears the stigmas of time no black privilege From Boom Bap niggas To trap niggas you in the trap wit us When the lines is as vivid as the walls on that grab all the graph by the law to rap I reside between the seconds on the chronograph How much more CB4 can we afford? It’s like a sharia law On My Cherie Amour How much hypocrisy can people possibly adore? But ain’t nobody workin’ on a cure? My young boy Y’all just regular I’m an apex predator Brim stay fresh feathered up etcetera nevertheless I got a message of love One day a messenger yo my pen is Henry Kissinger Buzz Bissinger, look My caporegime Mr Noradeen and my oldest son Amin Saleem outta New Orleans Took a golf cart to the baccarat From the Waldorf What was on the walls? That depend on what you call art Imma say 300 k ain’t even in the ballpark I charge more just for awkward small talk So yes Who’s fuckin’ with it if it’s not the best? I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request It’s Kafkaesque His holiness stop the press that cobalt blue Reminiscing on my caress Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you Let her massage the back with black seed oil The foundation is firm, the flags need soil Me, I need royalty because I bleed royal Go through the veins to the brain fabulous and strange My journalistic range is a catalyst for change They got anybody to listen pissin’ flames and ‘cause the Hall of Fame got so many missin’ names I’ll acknowledge the original peoples not Oliver Y’all will the get the next challenger for Excalibur Um… more police for my core beliefs They tried to capture me and brand me on the cheek with a fleur de lis that side of my heart’ll be more discrete I’m international, my passport pages like War and Peace I’ve always played my part From the start Back in Philly where the triggers is mandatory to spark With the slightest inflammatory remark I have you in a livin’ a category apart, listen A grain of salt’ll tip the scales It never fails Walk on eggshells sleep on a bed of nails Criminal records like record sales Makin’ heads or tails we like Henrietta (L)acks Up in the cells My mother was a working class very loving woman who struggled, every dinner could have been her last supper (summer?) I come home chasin’ good for nothin’ half cousins and then walk in the crib to the smell of crack cookin’ she was introduced to that substance abuse or some of the strongest drugs that the gov’ment produced look, I even got excused by the principal My story is out of the dub dub interview I seen some ice cold summers, hot winters too I never thought I’d win Grammy awards with the Roots I never thought I would be getting’ long in the tooth My OGs told me “boy, you better go and live your truth” I am a walking affirmation That imagination and focus and patience gets you closer to your aspiration and just cuz they give you shit don’t mean you have to take it My words capture greatness sworn affidavits Yours truly the celestial being You stay seein’ pulling up in a fresh European High steppin out of it dressed to a T And not another got more soul, unless you Korean (!!!!) I’ve been Havin’ visions of Nat Turner holdin��� his master’s head like Yoric and Horatio in Hamlet Smackin’ it like a tennis racquet underhanded Send a message to the gram the eagle has landed Dressed in a military jacket made of canvass I am no guerilla/gorilla I just make ‘em go bananas I stand and wear black and green bandanas cocked hammers hairs on my chin is outstandings Can’t manage the weight of the world is just how I ball it Look, I’ve fallen from the sky to see my calling I’m not crawling I’m a free man like Morgan Seein’ manhood in the hood’s a damn good bargain If every black man don’t tap dance and every girl that got a fat booty don’t lap dance well I guess it’s something wrong, huh Niggas completely uninformed I don’t burn bridges, yo, I keep the haters round to fall I ain’t one of y’all peers I’m the sum of all fears Somebody stronger than me, who that? I mar ears like Obama I wish he had another four years Y’all some jolly good Hollywood squares I’m like “ahem” approach the author witcha offering I smoke rappers writin’ like my only offspring Being his excellency is to be exhausting You in the residency, you’re the one they call King Dolla Ali Baba the talented Mr Trotter Inside of my right palm the marker to stick My the big papa wig chopper Enter the Jaffe Jocker mawfucker I’m stronger than the coffee out in Kaffa All y’all make his vagina hot remind me of my kinda pop I step into the booth I’m a bull inside a china shop Mollywhopper washin’ of a cotton pickin body drop Every time we rock, yo they actin’ like it’s Mardi Gras Til the party stop ‘sgirl was like she there for rory gel (the fuck?) So we saw you pumpin’ that Earth Wind and Fire body ya Cool the Prada Dakar la Merino hard body up You seen another rapper cleaner, mami prolly not How it feel to be the best that did it I’ll admit it I’m visiting from planet bring these niggas down for minutes And y’all know I’m exquisite Wicked as Wilson Pickett The sickness I exhibit I’m too legit to quit it I don’t fake it til I make it, I take it to the limit and break it Never tentative when I’m bad I represent it A feeling just like chases Been a million places Conversation is how beautiful my face is People hated on how sophisticated my taste is Then I pulled up on these motherfuckers in a spaceship Panther mind I’m made of elements you can’t combine I’m at a level of intelligence you can’t define Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla Recording artist slash psychology professor I preach for the east Never fold under pressure The beast from the east and I glide like Clyde Drexler Eyo my new name is Eighty Five Exes cause I’m the rap game certified specialist When I was reckless I was worried ‘bout the guest list I’m helpin’ rappers everywhere fulfill a death wish Yo Flex, I’m glad we made contact My nigga also know, this shit for combat Brain matta contain too much data I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatter

SIGN UP Hot 97 Freestyle Black Thought HOT 97 FREESTYLE LYRICS [Verse] Uh, I'm sorry for your loss It's a body dead in the car and it's probably one of yours The writing all across the window and the walls Whether it was true or false, we shouldn't have got involved Remember, we walked past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh We wrote punishments: "I will not talk in class" Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass I hate to say I told y'all, but I told y'all Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold ya'll I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn You 'bout to get swooped down on and stoled on Fools swear they wise, wise men know they foolish Well, we was headed for the web even before computers I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders, avert your eyes I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise How could you sleep? I thought you always was the first to rise Ay, yo, you heard the line, "Everybody plays the fool"? Well, I'll be that exception to the rule The principal that hand-deliver lessons to the school I was making major moves, my dollar déjà vu My mission was my ambition was brandishing a tool To be a' icon, wearing slippers made of python Get mine quicker 'cause I'm slick as a pipeline Transportin' the oil, tribulation and toil Hit the operation, but I'm back in the soil Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted, silk with cashmere Burning Rome down in a minute, built it last year Newsflash, I dodged the bullet that killed the cashier My homie told me to come with him to the masjid Them brothers said, "Don't go from written bars filled with rage To primetime television and your gilded cage Then forget it's people in the world still enslaved" I barbwired my wrist, and let it fill the page Gun fire n' flares, sirens glare I'm in a iron chair where people who care Don't get the lion's share When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair I'm on a higher tier with people gettin' money like the financier Cash the herald I'm fresh chopped, A Bevel Rap on a doctorate level, so F. Scott Fitzgerald Maybe I'm the new Rakim, maybe I'm fat Pharaohe Undergarments or armor be my intimate apparel Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate Same cadence as D.O.C. pre-accident Maybe, my acumen's on par with Kool G. Rap and them Give me the proper respect, mothafucka', we back again For a couple things we lost in a fire The drive, the desire to perform on a higher plateau I'm at that show, lost in a mire Wondering how we got so far from inspired Look, when photos were sepia-toned And record players were somethin' you would keep in your home Yo, the traveler, the meaning of Tariq, he was known For the exemplary performance, uniquely his own I made the twenty-one pound for some a newfound religion Where money's put down, it's only one sound that make OGs and young lions equally proud to listen The secret amalgamism, a algorithm Coming from where only kings and crowns permitted the darkness Where archaeologists found my image in parchment Rolled into a scroll, holding a message for you It said, "The only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble" The anomaly sworn solemnly, high snobbidy Freakonomics and war policy, dichotomy That's Heaven and Hades, Tigris and Euphrates His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies As babies, we went from Similac and Enfamil To the internet and Fentanyl When all consent was still against the will I got that detox for y'all The microphone doctor, black Deepak Chopra I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm Every heavy dignitary paying me top, regards Boy, I'm three optics far from your binoculars So, that smart money finna get the heat out the car Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur Got profiled by a few cops, too hot to charge Listen, somebody said a price tag was on a rapper's head So we gon' see a nice bag when the rapper dead The mask black, the flag green, black, and red They'll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed No doubt, yo, the game went they own route I can't explain what these lame kids is talkin' 'bout Or how they fit they whole foot into they own mouth I put a couple bodies in a brown bag, then I'm on route I'm sneaker shoppin' with my son, a size 8 Prior to they release, 'cause why wait? Look, in my estate I got electrified gates For these blasé guys hating at a high rate 'Cause I dodged fate then got great, the fly's straight If we ain't family or friends, then we don't vibrate And I'm that gun in y'all face, none of y'all safe If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place, slippin' Sippin' on something with a strong taste Like Whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with a corn base My Levante resemble a vehicular threat The mic I spray, resemblin' the sickle of death It ain't strenuous to come from a continuous breath I set fire to the venue, I'ma spin you and step Rinse, repeat You checkin' for the sound of the beast I'm the hound, I'ma creep, I get down, I'ma eat I'ma keep somethin' to lay a naysayer to sleep Playin' with heat, nobody and nothin' fucking with 'Riq Yo, these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the street Nigga, peace, you ain't working with nothin' but the police Listen, you ain't finna be nothing but the deceased Listen, you in a tournament with a permanent crease I strike fear in the hearts of rap figures Who mind bare the stigmas of time, no black privilege From boom bap niggas to trap niggas You in the trap with us, when the lines is as Vivid as the walls on the graph Autographed by the Lord of Wrath I reside between the seconds on the chronograph How much more CB4 can we afford? It's like a Shariah Law on "My Cherie Amour" How much hypocrisy can people possibly endure? But ain't nobody working on a cure, my young boul Y'all just regular, I'm a' apex predator Brim stay fresh, feathered up, etcetera Nevertheless, I got a message and left One dead messenger, yep My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger Look, my caporegime is to no redeem And my oldest son Ahmir Saleem out of New Orleans Took a golf cart to the Baccarat from the Waldorf What was on the wall? That depend on what you call art I'ma say 300k ain't even in the ballpark I charge more just for awkward small talk So yes, who's fucking with it if it's not the best? I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request It's Kafka-esque, His Holiness, stop the press That Cobalt blue, reminiscent of Makkaresh Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you Let her massage your back with black seed oil The foundation is firm, the flags need soil Me? I need Royal Tea because I bleed royal Go through the vein to the brain, fabulous and strange My journalistic range is a catalyst for change It got anybody that listen pissin' flame And 'cause the Hall of Fame got so many missing names I'll acknowledge the original People's not Oliver Y'all will get the next challenger for Excalibur I'm more policed for my core beliefs They tried to capture me and brand me on the cheek With a fleur-de-lis The side of my heart'll be more discreet I'm international, my passport page is like War and Peace I've always played my part from the start Back in Philly where the triggers is mandatory to spark With a slightest inflammatory remark I have you enter living a category apart Listen, a grain of salt'll tip the scales, it never fails Walk on egg shells, sleep on a bed of nails Criminal records like record sales Making heads or tails We like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells My mother was a working class, very loving woman Who struggled, every dinner could've been the last supper I come home, chasing good-for-nothing half-cousins And then walk in the crib to the smell of crack cooking She was introduced to that substance abuse On some of the strongest drugs that the government produced Look, I even got excused by the principal My story is out of the dub dub interview I've seen some ice cold summers, hot winters too I never thought I'd win Grammy Awards with The Roots I never thought I would be getting long in the tooth My OGs told me, ''Boy you better go and live your truth'' I am a walking affirmation, that imagination And focus and patience gets you closer to your aspiration And just 'cause they give you shit don't mean you have to take it My words capture greatness, sworn affidavits Yours truly, the celestial being You stay seeing pulling up in the fresh European High-stepping out of it, dressed to a T And not another got more soul, 'less you Korean I’ve been having visions of Nat Turner holding his master’s head Like Yorick and Horatio in Hamlet Smacking it like a tennis racket, underhanded Send a message through the Gram: ''The Eagle has landed'' Dressed in a military jacket made of canvas I am no gorilla, I just make 'em go bananas Outstanding, red, black, and green bandanas Cocked hammers, hairs on my chin is outstandin' Can't manage the weight of war, they're just out ballin' Look, I'll fall up from the sky to see my calling I'm not crawling, I'm a free man like Morgan Seeing manhood in the hood is a damn good bargain If a black man don't tap dance And every girl that got a fat booty don't lapdance Well, I guess it's somethin' wrong, huh? Niggas completely uninformed I don't burn bridges, yo, I keep the haters' runnin' for em' I ain't one of y'all peers, I'm the sum of all fears Somebody stronger than me? Who that? I'm all ears Like Obama, I wish he had another four years Y'all some jolly good Hollywood Squares I'm like, ahem, approach the altar with your offering I spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring Being His Excellency gets to be exhausting You in the residency of the one they call King Dada, Ali Baba, the talented Mr. Trotter Inside of my right palm, the mark of the stigmata Big Poppa, wig chopper, emperor Jaffe Joffer, mufucka' I'm stronger than the coffee out in Kafa All y'all niggas vagina hop, remind me of Icona Pop I step in the booth, I'm a bull inside a China shop, mollywhoppin' Watch another cotton pickin' body drop Every time we rock, yo, they acting like it's Mardi Gras 'Til the party stop, skirt off like she that Ferrari drop Soul Cycle pumping that Earth, Wind and Fire ba-di-ah Coolin' 'pon the dock, à la marina, hard body yacht You seen another rapper cleaner, mami? Probably not How it feel to be the best that did it, I admit it I'm visiting from planet Bring-These-Niggas-Death-In-Minutes And y'all know I'm exquisite, wicked as Wilson Pickett The sickness I exhibit, I'm too legit to quit it I don't fake it 'til I make it, I take it to the limit and break it Never timid, what I'm about, I represent it Infinite just like Chace is, been a million places Conversation is how beautiful my face is People hated on how sophisticated my taste is Then I pulled up on these mothafuckas in a spaceship Panther mind, I'm made of elements you can't combine I'm at a level of intelligence you can't define Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla Recording artist slash psychology professor I preach for the East, never fold under pressure The beast from the East and I glide like Clyde Drexler Ay, yo, my new name is eighty five X's 'Cause I'm the rap game certified specialist When I was reckless I was worried 'bout the guest list I'm helping rappers everywhere fulfill a death wish Yo Flex, I'm glad we made contact My nigga also know this shit for Combat Brain matter contain too much data I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatta' WATCH MORE BELOW https://youtu.be/tiRPlCguqEc