ONE MINUTE By: Fidere Vito Give me one minute of time, I’ll spend it wisely By getting your mind to see A self-image of who you really are, And if you’re tired of crying why don’t you try, Opening up your eyes And see the healing instead of the scar, It’s just a thought, I went and bought a fifth of common sense, (2x) I took a shot I ain’t been common since, Is that a problem? Because my ignorance is not a bliss, I reminisce on ancestors and how they died to get What we quickly forget I’m not saying I’m any different But I’m no 50 cent I leave the thought of flying not dying on minds of many men But If I ride, then watch my city sin I got the mind to make a dime or maybe penny bend Ask any friend of mine I shine when everything is dim Bless you with my presence I ain’t flexing but you should sing a hymn I deliver them.

ERNIE TERREL Sample: He is the undisputed heavy weight champ and beginning to be considered one of the best. Despite his obvious talent, his popularity is at an all-time low. As one congressman complained “His fans are devout, but they are greatly outnumbered by his detractors.” Take the mic if you will and call the shots. Verse 1: When you mention my name, You gone hear these suckers say I ain’t consistent with fame, Well tell was it all the b****** bruh or is it the chain, That was missing from my chest, Because the neck I was getting from your dame, Was enough to make a n**** insane, I’m just saying I ain’t balling but I stay in the game Stay in the same Lane of that triangle offense waiting to get the rock so I can take my shot, When I get it I hit, You f****** with that prolific Lil n***** spitting that vicious venom Point em out and ill sic em I bet I can get em to do my deeds and s*** Got they bitches at the crib rolling up weed and s*** I’m the greatest and constantly elevating You n***** is going down like a savings account in Vegas So skip me with all the debating You n***** is throwing flagrants and that foul But I ain’t even throwing in the towel because I found out Chorus (2X) Ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of hate When you mother******* great, Look, cause when you great Mother******* and suckers is bound to hate But I’m paid so I’m living in the shade And it’s great so Verse 2 You ain’t gotta like me, but s*** you’re going to respect me, Remain cautious b**** im calm but im deadly Like nas was in belly Make it happen, anything to get the dough Macking, Scraping, Rapping, that’s all we know Poverty made us, ghetto stories made us famous, Went from chilling by the lake to court side by the lakers And the hustle never made me nervous, only made me paper So why would I give a f*** about a hater? Outro Look I made my way out of nothing, N***** hate but they bluffing Cause when they in my face They know it ain’t no better place They say I’m known to hesitate Don’t take that as I’m scary Just wary of the game and all the dangers it can carry N**** this is A.L.I.

OUTSIDERS Verse 1 You worry about the wrong s*** A-K’s with long clips A llama for the drama huh? You leave em sleeping hope they went and bought pajamas right? You’re eating good and we starving like its Ramadan Fake heroes, the game looks like Comic Con I’m about to get my robbing on Hood that is, my hood pass is In good standing, I’m slamming, Weak emcees, And preaching heat like a southern church, you better start fanning Why? N**** because I’m about to damage Ya camp, ya manager, crew, band and pianist Man this probably the first jam that makes a lick of damn sense Since Kanye left his campus I can tell you why them people staying in them mansions I can tell you why you’re broke and paying with them stamps and I can tell you why they hope it ain’t no cure for cancer No question, Vito got too many answers So while the other rappers dancing around the truth Claiming that they bout it but they records lacking proof Imma drop some knowledge like the roof on the coupe Keeping it 100 like I usually do Yea, keeping it 100 like I usually do Because me and you Chorus We’re living on the outside (3x) Because friend or foe, That’s all they really need to know As long as you’re comfortable You’ll be living on the outside Verse 2 You’re either shooting or shooting Rapping or wrapping bricks Up in the trap making them flip like gymnastics Asked if It’s a coincidence that all these black men End up in prison or is the system? I play the hand I was given Whether that be my social status or religion I got to get up out this crazy world we live in Got 20/20 vision Saw the end in the beginning So with my back against the ropes my guard up and my chin in I’m still grinning, Even when my phone out of service b**** I’m still sprinting Even when I ain’t got them Jordan’s b**** I’m still Pippen Now that’s that bull s*** Preaching truth live from the pulpit I’m just a country n**** grew up on the south side Eating good but I’m hungry n**** mouth wide Open and I’m hoping I can slip in through the cracks But since a n**** black, they want me on the out side CHORUS