Introduction Idris Goodwin It look great Might mistake make But our vibration-al motivational minds gon shake Gon wake ya up Shift that camera lens Off the slow drip of the world at the end Apocalypse never Weather may skitzo act Cant say it don’t mean jack But lets not over react I’m here to relax Up in the track For a week or two Precise rhyming on timin How I speak to you For the next few minutes Pleased by ya presence Spittin the lessons Professions on these Pro-tool sessions I know ya stressing Worried. Early to bed Early out. To rise Dismayed disturbed In need of surprise Hard day harsh words So word - I bring u into my world Come follow me Anomaly Lee chess Stugee Jam on the one Nod on the two Bump to the three Nothing in the trunk but cd’s for 5 Give em away if I could but I gotta survive Get high as I can Offa the plan I master After laughter And scriptin brand new chapters Disaster natural No question The crafter I practice aint no star overnight Swagger The name is Goodwin everyday/ regular/ category No allusions or delusions / I master ceremonies best thing about it When your head get clouded with visions Awesome/ spinnin like you was Justin dawson Fingers itichie I write quickly the sooner I done/ I can write another one and praise the sun There aint no other one And this brothers begun to Bang his head against the beat like the beat was the drum So come/ I got something to impart I sharpen these darts No question I’m smart The Operas bout to start The curtain go up The stage blow up Been engaged in the wordplay And It help me grow up So what So who Its me Its you too Not no bono type suburban urbanite blah blah blah with the mic Hard day harsh words So word - I bring u into my world Come follow me Anomoly Lee chess Stugee Jam on the one Nod on the two Bump to the three

NOMAD Idris Goodwin So where we going to now When will we get there yeah I looking forward to it Lets not forget where we been Nomad is moving again Nomad keep moving again this aint the ending for us this is where we begin I aint a rock I aint a hill Hill I need a spot where I chill Til The sun go down And I wake up Still My mind a rocket And fuel filled Will I figure out the puzzle yet Naw I Need more pieces To the puzzle set (aww) I remember when the truck was packed to the brim left Detroit Michigan and all my friends we was all poked lips and pout even though we didn’t know what we was pouting about and we whined and complained about the suburban lane but it made me hit that midnight train to Chicago’s brain considered picture and frame tryin’ to get local fame and trying to explain all that’s been ingrained taught me losses and gains how to take a shot yes the people and the weather both got cold a lot and the 2nd floor apartments need to double locks and the neighborhood bosses and not so subtle cops 11 years or so check to check I was po I stay on the go - but I left the go So where we going to now When will we get there yeah I looking forward to it Lets not forget where we been Nomad is moving again keep moving again this aint the ending for us this is where we begin new mexico - where did you go why santa fe, faux do be house far 8 oclock get quiet dark stars early morning on my porch where I write bars in the lab - like a scientist and I’m remixing like an alchemist see I had to go to get my focus right nah cuz it don’t really happen over night so much happier now not as familiar with scowls and the cold metal growls and the bone breaking howl that break the confidence down and we been so endowed opportunity bound not as financially sound soon its Midwest again corn fields and the hens grab my pad and my pen I can live anywhere When I know where I been I can live anywhere When I know where I been I can live anywhere So where we going to now When will we get there yeah I looking forward to it Lets not forget where we been Nomad is moving again Nomad keep moving again this aint the ending for us this is where we begin

B SIDE FAN Idris Goodwin Maybe exaggerating But seriously I’m sayin Been writin rhymes from a very early age and Until my old age – catch on the stage Spittin what I memorized off the page I always been a b-side fan Aint growin out of it This art in this its life This is how I get through it This is how we get through it Maybe my scope is local Maybe I aim my vocals At my ten friends My wife and others in my social Cipher Been writing rhymes since I was in diapers My rattle my mic I threw food to excite the table And when I was able to stand I screamed out in baby talk Everybody clap ya hands And nod ya head / instead of cradling bed I cradled my parents records Muttering whatever the voices said When I got my baby teeth – I started eatin beats Devouring all the words I heard other people speak I knew I was unique my favorite words was DJ drop the heat With baby nikes on the bottom of my feet Before indie record deals I was on big wheels Beatboxin like buff While my brother spit the real Maybe exaggerating But seriously I’m sayin Been writin rhymes from a very early age and Until my old age – catch on the stage Spittin what I memorized off the page And I always been a b-side fan Aint growin out of it This art in this its life This is how I get through it This is how we get through it I always been a b-side fan This is how we get through it I was a teenage rapper I wanted to master Every style possible Slower and faster Tried to learn the axe The piano and sax But i couldn’t catch a feelin Like a did with lyricism All the places I’ve lived in The pad and the pen been Next to raw instrumentals some of my friends did Some of them hung up the mpc Sold they reason program for a bigger tv And that’s all good I guess To each they own But I always keep a fresh rhyme inside my dome this aint just rappin for me Iits more than artistry More than a simple need to have a bunch of strangers notice me Or start quotin me Though its nice though Magazine covers Big tours rockin hype shows Its fun but I don’t call it a game I do this to keep alive what For me did the same Maybe exaggerating But seriously I’m sayin Been writin rhymes from a very early age and Until my old age – catch on the stage Spittin what I memorized off the page I always been a b-side fan Aint growin out of it This art in this its life This is how I get through it This is how we get through it

Non – Sequitor Idris Goodwin No doubt check the flagrant Foul secret agent Not really secret is it If I straight up admit it Get forensic with it Surgical with the digits Then I get to scripting I don’t spit to opposition Or no competition Cuz there really isn’t My lane is so exquisite Under driven / Unrestricted Undeniably unconscious When I go ballistic Scientific misfit/ no power crystal mystic Or a pistol whippin idgit Grippin on the package But sometimes I’m actin savage steal your horse and carriage Drive it off a cliff Walk for a while then I cab it Dag nabbit / Bored with such average Makin all the cabbage cheese and carrots in the salad Wack MC filet must be acclimated to the palette Before feastin on the least lackluster Of the litter The flavor sour bitter leave a blister Cuz they biters Reciters of other people hymns, scriptures, and writing Aint versed in the verses – spells and the curses Sippin on that vodka got em bent like cursive :56 Used to rock a nervous Records shirt With my name printed/ Thought I hella dope but nobody knew what it meant-ed Headphone cemented/ demented sense of humor Inventive like a scientist mad/ go start the rumor Don’t you call me toby/ call me diablo Yankee boy/ with down south roots like petey Pablo Hotter than Kabul/ san lucas Jonathan marudkus/ layin low From IRS and supers rappers brag about groupies I’m pan searin groupers thinkin bout my future being stopped by state troopers Goin 5 over Goin 5 under Driving while black With my lady of color In my used white whip You too might flip You too my invent Scenarios where lips get split But you only grit your teeth Complain to your peeps With visions of fired police In your mind as you sleep One sheep/ cant start no riot So cut its wool/ wrap a wolf And lets all get excited Overly consumed Mushroomed Clouded Shiver me timbers Now The pirates have surrounded US tankers with US missiles I’m J fox in teen wolf Cuz I know styles Know trials Like john grisham My xfiles Is unknown they too gruesome I’m duke nukem In castle wolfestein Porcupine spittin Sharp Precise/ my art device is greg nice and huey Newton sprinkled with maze and Frankie Beverly kraftwerk/ showroom dummy/ hungry for more celery more broccoli/ more green leafy/ mineral/ anyway specifically I’m a 5 star general no cds/ everybody won go digital I won go back to cassettes and smooth criminal In a Chrysler lebaron/ that’s brown like hank Aaron I’m greedy with the beats/ few guests/ I aint sharing It aint that I’m picky/ I just don’t mesh great Most mc’s is on some medieval time rap with a chest plate Got they chest puffed/ holdin they chestnuts I’m smoky Robinson/ writing/ the best stuff Best what / ever I write/ to be recorded Easier to memorize/ my lines you could snort em Seem like when its time to get paid They say short em Ship em too the new port Eject and abort em But I come back like sugar Ray Leonard and Jason Voorhees Oliver twist on the beat I’d like some more please

Isaiah Thomas Idris Goodwin Not cobo hall Not Pontiac silverdome Further on To auburn hills With the swanky homes Few miles up from where I used to live The boys in the red & blue – world class wreckin crew Elbows, reaching in, eye gouging bone breakers They made it to the finals – game 7 with the Lakers My pops too geeked Me and my brother was amp We was sure 88 they would be world champs Yeah they fought hard/ it wasn’t in the cards I met Isaiah that summer/ yeah he seemed scarred He made us run laps round the gym at his camp I cant front my shot was wack but my D was exact Steady I worked - Kept defenders at bay Swat and take the rock – then shoot it away And yeah it would brick But anyway Magic came to the camp This what he had to say “Piston’s shoulda won” he had no doubt my pops thought magic was talkin out the side of his mouth but I could see Isaiah’s face he was like hell yes he was like 89 bad boys gon be a success Isaiah Thomas camp Most improved player Let the rock go now I’m a rhyme sayer But 20 years ago It was all about hoops Now its loops and flow Isaiah Thomas camp Most improved player Let the rock go now I’m a rhyme sayer Cuz I had two left feet But I’m Joe D swift – I got handles on beats 89 roll up hold up trade in effect Adrian Dantly the teacher got eject Still had Buddha Edwards/ Lambeer spider John Salley Rodman didn’t have blond hair Rick Mahorn Throw fist Coach Daly throw fits acquired mark agguire From the mavericks When Vinnie J heated up/ That would be it They was sweepin cats Throughout the eastern conference Michael Jordan served Joe D was superb Celtics got crushes Even with Larry Bird I made poster board signs Held it like a nerd Trying to get on the jumbo screen before a word from the sponsors In the stands with the jacket my hat autographed blue and red to match it No posters of MJ, Kareem or Magic I was a bad boy before puff, martin, will smith’s antics Game 7 was vital The took the Laker’s title fundamental hard playing rust belt idols Midwest ethic – work with ya teammate Even if you cant stand him he affects your fate Before players were rappers Before baggy shorts long striped sock Pulled up like dorks The game was a metaphor Not just a franchise The game was the truth Not flashy or sanitized I’ma start my own camp To improve rhyme sayers should let the mic go become ball players cuz 20 years ago It was all about hoops Now its loops and flow

Used Car Idris Goodwin My literature consist of ligaments from different body parts Franken stein stitched up / skin as the body art Artifact making / mix facts with the unseen 4 finger one ring / my thumb for the posing no gun ting / no one thing/ I’m multiple/ I multiply/ colorful / overground No underground/ to run and hide From the sunnyside/ the hills/ gated Bills paid/ ordinance debated From the gentrified/ terrified I’m a regular ordinary Fella that’s sorta heavy Minded and delighted by The methods of street prophets Reminding the giants They cant always beat hobbits average everyday say what I wanna say take the trash to the curb chop wood with an ax read books on my porch Not vibe or the source Then I scream into the mic My voice get horse I drive a used car Not a Porsche participate in The beat poetical stereo Ominous Sonic homages That’s reaching the populous Choppin Screwin Undoing deleting Repeating competing defeating Igniting / make the mundane exciting I know devils, demons, angels and the in between No saint No priest damn sure aint No mister clean aint a killer I entertain like ben vereen When I was a kid all I wanted was a submarine Now I want to live aside a dub machine/ From the gut/ uncut/ is such a very lovely scene cut the video screen with the silly pre teen with the grown man bling sip ping bubbly things I freestyle in the grocery store pay attention to what most never notice be fore new myths new lore old fist old law same kane tape 88 R-A-W I’m a regular ordinary Fella that’s sorta heavy Minded and delighted by Ways of the radical Be on the everyday no paid sabbaticals average nor mal keep it informal visit the middle school keep a small social pool listen to del on the train Not 50 cent or game guy with a microphone Simple and plane I drive a used ca r a plane College course Softball/ loans til I’m 66 Pretty good at 16 inch Rubber right arching pitch Photo course and studied trance Mysticism/ ancient dance loan repay/ walk to work Gone the cocky college smirk Did 'shrooms lived in France Came back in some purple pants re write the plight of US life until the maiden closes tight Ahh Shit Late for work Chair prepared for years there Life controlled by college years Career repay the debt and rears Whats on today And talk about the TV show The schlubbery nowhere to go Caged like a piping crow Life was like a tidal flow Now freedom found in red Bordeaux Used to always fool around Playful otter hunter hound You make your bed Cutting corners get ahead Less than normal Left instead Slow like caterpillar tread Goddamn college course Learnin how to speak Norse Mr. regular remorse Telephone sales force I’m a regular ordinary Trapped in debt and shame Fantasy bright lights Don’t sign your name Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood hall of fame Regular Ordinary One day what if? Regular Ordinary Trapped in debt in shame Fantasy Bright lights Hollywood Hollywood Regular Ordinary Fantasy Fantasy Trapped by Debt and News Fantasy Fantasy I’m a regular ordinary Writer with many varied Modes that explode all over the canvas I be in your living room or college campus More questions than answers my palette expansive Walk the dogs up the block Use a fan when its hot One cube in the scotch Never say what I’m not Guy with the microphone 10 dollar watch I drive a used car not a yacht.