Thank you for your time, welcome to The Appetizer Where every bar is open and smokin’s required Like ham hocks & pigs feet, my musics got soul Laissez Bon Ton Roulette, let the good times roll Cajun, Gulf Coast, deep-fried music Use it to free your mind from these polluted Times that we see, All I can be Is the man that I am, I demand to be free I don't fight for the mic, it's handed to me Music is simply a canvas to me Paint a whole picture for my family to see Not just blood but a band of MCs T.H.E.M., So many want to be them Nice Guys too cause The Nice Guys Rule H.I.S.D.s cool but not the school See I never was a student until I Discovered Hip-Hop and the power it had Devoured a pen then devoured a pad With every hour I had I was so bout it, bout it That I never even thought about doubting my swag Why are rappers always rowdy & mad? How can you brag when your album is bad? James Kelley closing out on a tab Rolling outside and I shout at a cab Wire Road Studios! Asleep on the floor Metamorphosis flow, let it seep in my pours No matter the place and no matter the venue I bring you the life and the time I’ve been through Sink your teeth into the dishes I’m servin Swervin, dippin, sippin on bourbon In the kitchen as I’m cooking up a brand new version My first EP, no longer a virgin Pop that cherry, press record Heard the first time hurts, I guess I’m a whore Brass Knuckle Sandwich heating up on the grill Here’s The Appetizer before your meal

Alarm clock Awake in the A.M. / brush on my teefus Shit, shower, shave/ double check, I look decent Caught a couple losses but I never been defeated Father, son, holy spirt, make a gesture to Jesus Took a turn for the worse then I swapped Got hug from my mama / hand shake from my pops Kiss from nieces and dap from my nephew Step into the booth and give you something new to step to I’m known to kick it so I’ll kick it-off now Triple crown style as I sippin on crown Lift off the ground with this Christolph sound & what I’m doin now you can watch trickle down Top of the food-chain / change like a mood rang / fly like I’m Lui Kang damn it feels good to be a man that can do thangs like a boomerang I keep it coming back what? you thought Im done with rap? Nah! Don’t confuse with a two pump chump I’ll be around forever like that time of the month If you thought that I was done, well, I must’ve pulled a stunt Cause I’m always come back / Do exactly what I want Connect with all types, black, brown, white, yellow Master of my language / linguistic type fellow Church on Sunday after fuckin’ up my liver Thurogood Wordsmith the definition of enigma Awake in the A.M. / brush on my teefus Shit, shower, shave/ double check, I look decent Caught a couple losses but I never been defeated Father, son, holy spirt, make a gesture to Jesus Took a turn for the worse then I swapped Hug from my mama / hand shake from my pops Kiss from nieces and dap from my nephew Step into the booth and give you something new to step to Expect the unexpected like when lightning strikes On this mic device I’m bringing you variety, the spice of life Like I’m dynamite, TNT, but not the station I got a 12 pack and that’s the situation Fist pump like Guidos / hit the tall Texan off of North Main & Micheaux No sleep like casinos Sleep when I’m dead just to quote my boy delo The streets know I’m nice and white friends say I’m neato In case you can’t tell, I’m kindof a dick “it’s like I’m coming” every single time that spit I’m like oil cause my rhymes are designed to be slick That’s why every 4th bar you rewind it a bit Stay committed to the craft and it feels so nice Said “I Do” to the music go ahead and throw rice Until death do us part / I’m makin’ beautiful art And one thing you need to learn is that I always return Awake in the A.M. / brush on my teefus Shit, shower, shave/ double check, I look decent Caught a couple losses but I never been defeated Father, son, holy spirt, make a gesture to Jesus Took a turn for the worse then I swapped Got a hug from my mama / hand shake from my pops Kiss from nieces and dap from my nephew Step into the booth and give you something new to step to Check the resume Personality is Letter A stay driven like Chevrolet Poppin’ bottles, gettin high ‘til we levitate Learn from mistakes that we made when we hesitate Yesterday is just way that we can educate “Work hard, play hard” that is everyday That’s the motto and tomorrow we will celebrate But at the moment, got to focus on the present-day Move forward, hustle strong call me Scola Represent the culture from Houston to NoLa Do it independent, no need for Motolla No need for a Clive / I survive like a Soldier No limit for the future / not even the sky If your heart is not into it, I don’t know why people try A true entrepreneur pursuing a piece of pie A shaker and a mover and its it has got me feeling high

1,2,3 like ABC, Basically from A to Z Thurogood’s an Ace MC, Type of dude you’d pay to see Crush a mic at the speed of light I don’t need to beef b/c I’m eatin right Alotta MCs can’t read or write Sell a few records and believe the hype Startin’ beef just to re-unite If you’re asking me, that’s diva-like I can’t sleep at night because of weak MCs Thank God for The Houston Elite MCs Like Alicia Keys, this is As I Am Ya might find me rappin’ in a traffic jam Looking more dapper than Dapper Dan Sit back and I think about a master plan Make ‘em clap to this, I’m so passionate That half of you can’t even fathom it I create a mood just to capture it When the pen hits the pad, I’m immaculate More accurate than D.N.A. I’m the verbal version of a Stevie Ray The way I jump on beats and I swing & sway Lead the way like a Green Beret We don’t play and It’s not a game Can’t stop the flow like tropic rain Don’t waste your breathe if your droppin’ names Cause me & you, we are not the same I either write a verse or come off the brain Rockin out until I pop a vein Thurogood Wordsmith, I am off the chain 1,2,3 like ABC, Basically from A to Z Thurogood’s an Ace MC (Hip Phonix) Yea, 1,2,3 like ABC, Basically from A to Z Phonix is your Ace MC boys think they hot/ "not at all"/ i swallowed your style/ like Tylenol/ explode on the scene/ like methanol/ and i be poking these girls/ like voodoo dolls...YEA/ ya boys need to recognize/ imma Houston elite nigga/ til i die/ eye on the prize/ like a private eye/ and i step on a beat/ like a block ice...YEA!/ that cold/ so diviner/ plus my dro has red hair/ staple like a Laker/ imma staple cause my sound take you there/ first chair i toot my horn/ i choose not to be the norm/ i spazz on a track/ skitzo kinda rap/ ya aint ready for my awkward form/ THEM that US/ ahh ha hush that fuss/ push ya fucks to the back of the bus/ ya aint bustin ridiculous/ we move like a pack of wolves/ or mack trucks/ sleep on bitches incubus/ i spit that KING shit/ Royal flush/ cross out hands/ they try n touch my SHIIIII....

It was yesterday, I was rolling with my crew Thinking we were bullet proof, didn’t give a damn Now it’s hot coffee instead of cold brew And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man I reminisce about the women that I knew Beautiful was love but I didn’t understand Beauty fades away / had to turn my point of view And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man Back in school, you and I would act a fool Now everything has changed, I am actually practical Overall, I could say I’m doing well Considering I killed about a million brain cells No longer carded when I buy alcohol Only worry that I have is my high cholesterol Hard to believe that I made it this far I thought in 2010 that I would drive a flying car The more things change they really stay the same I’m the person that I was prologue to the game The only difference is I tap more ass Perhaps cause I sport a bad ass porn ‘stache It was yesterday, I was rolling with my crew Thinking we were bullet proof, didn’t give a damn Now it’s hot coffee instead of cold brew And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man I reminisce about the women that I knew Beautiful was love but I didn’t understand Beauty fades away / had to turn my point of view And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man I remember back when / cruising on my schwinn Wind on my back with the sun on my skin Dirt bike trails we would ride forever Blood sugar sex magic red hot chilli peppers Boys II Men blaring from my walkman head phones sun went down I would start to head home Clockwork school, home work, basketball And every weekend we would kick it at the mall I remember back when / Michael Jackson still had black skin / it was simple back then Before Rodney King got his head bashed in Before Scott Baio was a has been It was yesterday, I was rolling with my crew Thinking we were bullet proof, didn’t give a damn Now it’s hot coffee instead of cold brew And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man I reminisce about the women that I knew Beautiful was love but I didn’t understand Beauty fades away / had to turn my point of view And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man

Let me bring you up to date / my girlfriend loves to suffocate With everything I do its up & down, I fluctuate Between love & hate / stopping me from touching great Push it to the end until I see something break I’m only being real, I was told to keep it real The deal is I feel colder than a sheet of steal No longer even keel, now I’m high strung Look into the mirror I don’t like what have Ive become I’m a stranger to myself / I’m a danger to my health And it’s sad that I see myself blaming someone else For the way that I felt and the way that I dealt was drugs The only person that has ever shown me love Unconditionally, whether cookin in the kitchin for me Or maybe bitchin at me / whatever she did She did it for me / She did it for me I grow older but I only grow colder Push away the people that seem to grow closer I’m supposed to better than I was before If I put it into words I would underline & underscore Every conversation is a tug-o-war I said, Every conversation is a tug-o-war Make me wanna grab a drink & play some shuffle board Just get away / may be an escapist So damn abrasive, it’s hard to embrace it Ask her for the time, She says look at the clock Try to hold her hand & she ask me to stop She wanna see me more / dedicated a week I ask her for a kiss & she gave me the cheek That’s the type of shit that makes me wanna go cheat That’s the type of shit that makes me write to the beat That’s the type of shit that gives me ammo & fuel That’s the type of shit that makes a man lose his cool I Heard the grass is greener on the other side Maybe I should give the other side another try Maybe I should focus on making improvements Maybe I’m I’m too selfish on making my music I Heard the grass is greener on the other side Maybe I should give the other side another try Maybe I should focus on making improvements Maybe I’m I’m too selfish on making my music I contemplate leavin like Lebron from Cleveland I’m a catch-22 and do things without reason Trust me when I tell you, I desire my girl But part of me wants the entire world Nothing personal, it’s only my preference I wish that I could change but it’s stuck in my essence Mentally I’m gone but physically there Blank stare on my face as I sit in a chair Watching her watch romantic comedies I wish that that was funny but it’s drama to me You know that I’m a perv, dream about groupies Kevin Spacey, American Beauty I Heard the grass is greener on the other side Maybe I should give the other side another try Maybe I should focus on making improvements Maybe I’m I’m too selfish on making my music I Heard the grass is greener on the other side Maybe I should give the other side another try Maybe I should focus on making improvements Maybe I’m I’m too selfish on making my music

You are now listening To Thurogood Wordsmith Boomerang REEEEEEEMIIIIIX Brought to you by Johnny Dew My rap skills, they know no boundary Rap about the things that I see all around me Got no friends cause they all got married Don’t do shit b/c they all must carry A ball & a chain, Knowledge is gained From my songs, I belong in the hall of fame But I don’t need fame, I don’t need glory I need a beat and a decent 40 A Schlitz, an O.E., even a Mickey’s I hit the strip club just to see me some titties Everytime that I rap, it’s like freeom has hit me And I feel more free than when I’m leaving the city So I get my freedom on, like the American flag Sayin’ what I feel like my embarrassing Dad I’m carrying a bag that I filled with weed When I smoke and I flow, nobody’s iller than me! I keep it coming back like a Boomerang When I do my thang I’m ridiculous like Pooty-Tang Sayin’ whatever the fuck I feel If I cause a reaction, It must be real I keep it coming back like a Boomerang When I do my thang I’m ridiculous like Pooty-Tang Sayin’ whatever the fuck I feel If I cause a reaction, It must be real My company is Goode like Bar-B-Q Some people think that this is hard to do I’m marching through like an Army Crew If you’re in my way, well then Pardon You To keep me grounded, I stay linked in To my own ink pen, week days and weekends Otherwise I’d leap-in to the deep end I’m practically a bum so I keep cheap friends Mixed up bitches, known to break rhythm Avoid fake women, that’s how I stay driven You cannot stop me like busted condoms That’s one more reason that I’m fucking awesome Everything I do, I expect to win Let the record spin and you can check it friend I get second wind with an infectious grin When the session ends, then the next begins I keep it coming back like a Boomerang When I do my thang I’m ridiculous like Pooty-Tang Sayin’ whatever the fuck I feel If I cause a reaction, It must be real I keep it coming back like a Boomerang When I do my thang I’m ridiculous like Pooty-Tang Sayin’ whatever the fuck I feel If I cause a reaction, It must be real

(talking) Children – Uncle Thuro! Could you read us a bedtime story? Please, Oh Please!!! Thurogood – All right kids, yall get to bed. I’ll go grab the story book Children – yea, yea Thurogood – Yall tucked in? Children – uh huh Thurogood – Here we go. She grew up hard and she grew up cold Never felt safe in her own household When her father came around he was outta control And stole her virginity at 10 years old Not a word was told, not a word was spoke Cause she was scared of his hands wrapped around her throat Years passed by so she gave up hope Until she met a man that introduced her to coke He said, “You are beautiful, you could be a model” Next thing you know she’s poppin’ champagne bottles Upgraded to a Benz from a beat up Hyundi Monday to Sunday, struttin’ down the runway Made a small fortune, been around the world Alone in hotels she would think about the girl From the past and the pain would still remain So she popped a few pills just to kill the pain She was a Dream Chaser, Party Girl, User Lived for the moment, never thought about the future She liked to drink and she liked to smoke She would LOL when there wasn’t a joke She was a Dream Chaser, Party Girl, User Lived for the moment, never thought about the future Depression in her eyes, smile on her face Last night she went to sleep but she didn’t awake It’s too real – And I really think you outta Try to put yourself in the shoes of your daughter Three kids at home, she has to dance at night And she’s got more baggage than a Sampsonite It’s too real – Too many women these days Were never taught the principles on how to behave Or raised in a fam with a daddy figure That’s why a lot of these girls are trashy strippers Good girls gone bad cause they’re mad at their dad And they feel that sexuality is all they ever had If you treat a women right she has unusual powers But you got to be delicate with a beautiful flower That’s Real - And I really think you outta Try to put yourself in the shoes of your daughter Your sister, your wife, your niece, or your mom Because tomorrow they could all be gone She was a Dream Chaser, Party Girl, User Lived for the moment, never thought about the future She liked to drink and she liked to smoke She would LOL when there wasn’t a joke She was a Dream Chaser, Party Girl, User Lived for the moment, never thought about the future Depression in her eyes, smile on her face Last night she went to sleep but she didn’t awake (talking) Children – oh boy that uncle Thuro is really weird. What do you think he means that ‘it’s too real’? Thurogood – Knock ‘em out the box Thuro, out the box Thuro, knock ‘em out the box (repeated)