(Radio tuning into Mel Hsu performing Midnight Sonata, the first track off her debut album: This Living Room) God dam. It’s the self-protecting narrative we blast on repeat Which cements our feet to the bottom of this river. We are: drowning. We are: empty breaths. We are happiest with Headphones on, tuning out Mr. Ignorant Who has no idea Who You Are, but loves to pretend he does… If you are: now, If you are: listening, If you are listening now, then come into this. Let everything else evaporate cause either way it will. So come into this… By this I mean now; by now I mean this mixtape. This mixtape is not mine – nothing is. It toppled out of the universe like dew and will undoubtedly dissolve Back into it. (Tune into DOK’s beatbox) That being said, the thing about this mixtape: Is it’s great. And if your gonna skip tracks Then you think I spit wak, If that’s the case then you’ll miss some sick raps That’d get your lid packed with facts to help you lift past the pitch black Into which you sit back with six packs But then at crunch time: I keep it fresher than ever, Never lesser than clever Cause this is better than just an endeavor To go and get some more cheddar, Man I’m sick of seeing Blind mice chasing round Limelights that take ‘em down bad ways, Dark alleys where cat’s pray That make you want to see your last day When we’re blessed to see any

(Verse 1: E. Oks) The way I live is rough, spit this stuff Left to wonder if it’s tough Or is the sad reality that I should give it up? Or do I have it, B? Spew it radily, You relax as he’s Nastily crafting these raps with ease. Gee, the way I put it’s hot, So I guess it doesn’t matter if you think it’s good or not Cause even if you didn’t, well you see I wouldn’t stop So in the end my friend I guess you’re lucky that I rock And that it’s nothing but flames I spew, Call myself a Santa’s Elf, cause rapping’s something I’m made to do… (Chorus: Kat Hamilton) All that matters is How I spit that shit And I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank, All that matters is How I spit that shit And I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank (Verse 2: E. Oks) I’m sorry for the selfish talk But in this age of Lil’ Wayne That’s what an elf is taught, Now it’s less about your quality More quantity your wealth has bought. Get “Hip” replacements and ghost writers To help the “Hop” Till I’m “So Far Gone” that it’s hottness I spew, Got chicks? I do. Hot since high school. But from the pain on my face, You’d think that I ripped up a tendon When just secretly sick of pretending I’m not just like you… I want to write about back when my flow was worse And I’d call my best friend KG when I wrote a verse, And he’d listen even though that shit was: wak as hell! And it’s probably cause he knew I’d have his back as well. I remember the first time he said the rap went well, It was some crap ‘bout “Blunt Wraps” and passing L’s… Now he’s the greatest friend Cause he made me then Spit it in public, I did and kids loved it, So it’s all thanks to him… (Chorus: Kat Hamilton) All that matters is How I spit that shit And I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank, All that matters is How I spit that shit And I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank (Verse 3: E. Oks) God Damn, man I’m sick of this game, Listening to Mr. Ignorant go listing his claims About how he’s getting all these women when he’s spitting his flames, Unaware in 10 years no one will mention his name: Time just keeps turning, And as it does his insides will keep burning Itching for the riches and fame That dissolved like fireworks or piss in the rain, Now he’s pissed cause life didn’t get his permission to change… Change has been its mission from day one. One day you should listen to the river it made, Cause On the Off change you’re still famous you’ll live in a cage, Caged In in the image you play Made in your first magazine cover so vivid it stained, That’s why: I’d rather leave the gimmicks at Bay (“swag”) And keep it egoless On beats like this So even if you sleep on it The effort isn’t in vein (Chorus: Kat Hamilton) All that matters is How I spit that shit And I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank, All that matters is How I spit that shit And I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank (Outro: Kat Hamilton & E. Oks)

(Intro: E. Oks) Word. "Atoms get cracked in the blackness of meditation"(Jay Electronica) Atoms get cracked in the blackness of meditation Atoms get cracked, At-Atoms get cracked! (Verse 1: E. Oks) Back in the place Rap at a pace So fast that the flow’s like a smack in the face. Come on man! Wake up! The time is now! Yo, dawg? Why you lying down?! I got beats on bars But I bet they fell asleep on ours With your butt in bed Counting all the sheep on mars So I guess he didn’t see that I’m a beast on paws Buddy bet that I’ma bring it When the beats on pause. That’s so true – But this ain’t the stuff that you’re used to So go yelling Wolf Gang up the whole crew Fuck up your Future Thinking you could beat those Odds As I reach my claws To slash his throat With a rap I wrote Just for trynna put a leash on ours And cash our potential, Insist we adhere to checklists And pass out credentials. But you gotta see: I’ve moved past fear So instead I got out some paper A can of the spray paint Then graphed out a stencil That says, “Add (Ad) Here”… Cause their billboards are subtracting, Standards of beauty too distracting When you’d be best relaxing, Unraveling the paper machete That they’ve been plastering Over your skull, yo, they’ve trapped your dreams You’re suffocating and the mask it stings, But you just think it tingles Cause they know how to mask these things (Chorus: E. Oks & Will Fraker) [Will Fraker] We gotta keep it safe for walking So keep the doors open now We gotta keep your mind from blocking The flows that your heart has found This is your day. Unfasten your fastenings Its happening now, its happening now. [E. Oks] Let the fastening pass and the passion sing Songs tuned to everlasting spring Sing “grass is green,” ring past the springs, And falls of all the winners (winters) We are all beginners Born to let go Do no more than echo Atoms built in suns that scorch the neck slow On every Eve of a new dawn Heads tap into the earth’s rotation. What have we but to move on? (Verse 2: E. Oks) All of that negative that’s orbiting your head Must be torturing And must make all this space feel cornering… Until your back is sore, Backed up at the door your told not to walk through – You need someone to talk to, To say, “Fuck what they say to not do!” I got you. Leave them deposited at the door, Man your back is what I’m rapping for. So unball your fists, Cause all of thise Is positive at its core I’m positive of that... (Chorus x2) (Verse 3: E. Oks) If your mind’s hating on everyone that’s around you Stop it then. There’s just as much God in them, And if you look it in the I (eye) You’ll find it often stems from self-hate Cause that negative refuses to be lodged within But there is never need for “I” in this place, Don’t get confused because he’s hiding his face Just put the live and vibrant colors you see through Your eye in his place. Try it and wait. It’s easy to let go, my man, it’s trying to escape! (Chorus x1) (Verse 4: E. Oks) Why do I gotta be rapping this fast Just to get a pat on the back Who hates on the slow flow? But what it matter the rate that I flow yo? Either way hate bounce back on your Yo-Yo. Not saying that you have to let go though, But if not: you’ll be trapped in a Dojo, Mad by the bad of an act That they happened to photo. Cause that’s the paparazzi Swarming around the positive That you got to copy, But then only printing his negatives When the kid Got too sloppy. That’s not the way I wanna live So to keep it safe for walking I’m not too poppy, Cause, man, I may not know Who I Am But that’s not who I be! …That being said, Someone tell Jay Electronica That my rhyming is tough And birthed from a firm understanding Of the minus and plus

(Verse 1: E. Oks) I got a story that I’d like to recite for y’all, It was Yesterday, no Wait, The Night Before. I had woke up that morning with no presence of any pain, Good Day(,) Sunshine, plus I saw a Penny Lane (layin’) On the floor, when I walked out my apartment door Thinking Baby You’re A Rich Man, Even though I can’t afford to get high Without a Little Help From My Friends, Still I Let It Be, don’t scream, “Help!” And pretend it was different, cause Tomorrow Never Knows If my sorrow and my woes Will unfurl into gold On this Long And Winding Road, On which I saw a Honey Pie Running by And thought, “I aughta know her number,” So I wiped away my Golden Slumbers Cause “Something in the way she moved Attracted me like no other lover.” Then I moved to her Cause my mood was up And introduced to myself, She said her name was Julia, I said, “I don’t mean to be rude to ya But Don’t Pass Me By You have no idea what I would do for ya.” Acting gassed up Feeling cool on the grill I had my head in a cloud Like the Fool On The Hill (Chorus: E. Oks) Revolution number 9, Ego’s pollution numbs the mind, And so we’re used to running blind, (come on man!) Revolution number 9, Ego’s pollution numbers the mind And so we’re used to running blind! (Come on man!) Said Revolution number 9, I’m calling for a revolution number 9, There’s no movement with bills So fuck a fool on the hill, Let’s move on to revolution number 9 (Verse 2: E. Oks) Now I’m no Lady Madonna, but still I wanna Show kids it is sad We went from “Money Can’t Buy You Love” To just “Throw It In The Bag,” So I get with this honey, Then see the chick isn’t funny Because she screams, “You Never Give Me Your Money!” And I can’t Carry That Weight, I wanna get married today Take a daring escape From all the various games From you hysterical dames, Who I know I’m wrong for cause my heart’s tore (Tour) This Magical Mystery’s lame I’m sick of hiding my love I wanna Act Naturally Cause that’s actually All You Need. Is love what I feel? (love, love, love) Even this might be a crush (I want you) When I say: “I Want You!” They yell “You Like Me Too Much” (I want you so bad) So I’m biting my tounge Burning through my Rubber Soul (sole) As I Run For Your Life I can’t take another blow I’m so tired of these lover woes (I want you) But don’t tell another soul Cause even my mother doesn’t know. (Chorus: E. Oks) Revolution number 9, Ego’s pollution numbs the mind, And so we’re used to running blind, (come on man!) Revolution number 9, Ego’s pollution numbers the mind And so we’re used to running blind! (Come on man!) Said revolution number 9, I’m calling for a revolution number 9, There’s no movement with bills So fuck a fool on the hill, Let’s move on to revolution number 9 (Verse 3: E. Oks) I told you if you ever left I’d be longing Why’d you wrong me She said: we’ll Come Together When I come to gather my belongings So I Cry Baby Cry I said, “Why baby why?” She said, “Don’t cry, it’s just I’m Not really looking for a guy whose rhyming, See, I wanna ride with a guy Who can put me in the Sky With Diamonds” And at the same time I don’t want him to be too immersed In loving me because I need the chase Across The Universe…” Finally B, I could see right through all her Tricks of the soul As she stood there with a Foolish grin, perfectly still, Searching for thrills. I worshiped a Girl Who was Fixing (fixed in) A Hole (of “blubber crud” – from About Getting It, by Buddy Wakefield. Don’t Sleep On It.) I couldn’t listen no more So for her it was, “Good Night,” But that didn’t mean that I was finished risking it all: I wanna find a Dizzy Miss Lizzy Stay spinning until we Fall to our heals In Strawberry Fields Forever (Chorus: E. Oks) Revolution number 9, Ego’s pollution numbs the mind, And so we’re used to running blind, (come on man!) Revolution number 9, Ego’s pollution numbers the mind And so we’re used to running blind! (Come on man!) Said revolution number 9, I’m calling for a revolution number 9, There’s no movement with bills So fuck a fool on the hill, Let’s move on to revolution number 9 (Outro: E. Oks) Rev…Numb… Revolution…9 Revolution number 9 Re–…9 Revolution number 9, 9, Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number… “All that ass, in those jeans…” “I’m pretty…I’m pretty… I… Pretty Boy Swag!” “Youngest kid out that’s word to Chuck English” Everyone of them knew that as time went by They’d get a little bit older and a little bit slower… With the situation, they are standing still

For real though, if you fall too hard into ego, all your gonna do is stand still... See god: I suck, is the matter. I was handed fly butt on a platter; it's supposed to be easy as cake, but I'm stuck whipping batter, I see her and shake, my minds stumped like the fatter, of Matilda's parents, see: I got an ill appearance, But the guy pumped up the gas for my "moves" engine, so it was running smooth then it had to stop, right before I jumped in the batter's box. Now I'm no longer ready to go, and already I know, that my luck can't go badder like I duck under ladders on the daily. It was a sure thing so I'm mad that I thought maybe I hadn't got the lady to adamant on laying down, and I didn't stop to think that to have that thought is crazy. So we sat and talked for maybe half of the time, for half of which I felt I had to spit some passionate rhymes instead of tapping the fine piece of ass that reclined on my cloud of bed. Finally I got the negative up outta my head, said, "Raise the heat till batters up, Soldier now that's an order," hit my 600th homerun and tipped over the glass of water... Sorry it took so long

Intro (E. Oks): I said, “No one’s spitting like E. Oks, his flow’s just so filthy,” But no there isn’t an ego, just so much that fills me. I stopped given the me so much facetime in my films, b, And now I’m living with the whole big universe that built me Verse One (E. Oks): I recently stopped caring how I’m sounding, Now I use that energy to care about surroundings, Staring at astounding, Evidence that Evan is not separate from everything around him (nope). Nor is it from him, See it’s as formative as kin, Since there’s no essential self that is dormant in his skin, So I doubt you’d get very far Thinking that the difference between you and where you are’s Not just technicality, We live in projected realities, Mind’s perception slept in a fallacy Then forgot to wake up, so it spends its days stuck In a bed of “me” and “mine,” Addicted to the self, steady sippin on this venom he reclines. And this enemy of mine That they’re letting lead the blind Has a mind of his own, As he enters via spine and then proceeds to clime In the D.O.M.E. Verse Two (D.O.M.E.): Most of these rappers live in virtual realities Outrageous behaviors contagious, brings the worse shit outta me Instead of acting like I don't care About all y'all doubting me I cut myself open and will express My problems outwardly. Yeah, we could all buy fitteds, Hide behind shades, Write a song, make a blog You know the digital age, But how you gonna live this shit If the foundation is fake? Sure you look the part But tell me does it translate to page? (Nope) Cause if it don't then reconsider those bars If you're trynna know your fans, Let ‘em know who you are Not just on the weekends but I’m talking ‘bout the day to day, Let ‘em know what’s up, They'll hold you down like a paperweight you might heard me say "Check out my swaggg" Sometimes true that, But behind closed doors I feel frightened and trapped, Cause these rappers fail to realize That most of us are equals Just very different people, Yo, shout goes out to E.Oks

(Verse 1: E. Oks) I’ve been waiting by the phone Pacing all alone, looking in the mirror Wondering which standard of attraction I didn’t quite adhere to, Feinding to figure why I didn’t have you here, Close enough to whisper in my ear Like the rain drops pattering my clear Window while I didn’t know I’z watching The sky pour your evaporated tears. You say you’re sadden cause you hadn’t made it here? Then I guess I have to make it clear: You should understand that I’m Not one to watch the sands of time Slip through these two dam hands of mine, I’d rather use them to build myself a castle for giant men, Build a moat and a bridge then invite you in What a life to live Wouldn’t matter how the day or the night is spent. We’d paint stars on the ceiling, And on the walls write poems about emotions That our hearts aren’t feeling, Then lay in aw at all they’re revealing, Listening as the ocean spoke of all it was reeling Into its waves, Look out on the water and wonder where it’s from? They say it’s from rain, but how could all of that fall from the sky And not scare the sun? You wouldn’t know its age, but feel the ocean air as young The way pokadot dress blows and hair is flung; We would’ve drank joy while wearing fun, But you never cared to come (Verse 2: Performed by Maddy Reagan, written by Norah Jones) When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand Catching tear drops in my hand. My heart is drenched in wine, But you’ll be on my mind forever (Verse 3: E. Oks) Now at the same time I understand, Cause I have cancelled plans Chose to lay down on the couch instead of lying in the sand; See I was scared I would get some in my shoe. I’d probably still stay in if it hadn’t been for you, But while I was waiting I found life’s better lived with two, Vowed that I wouldn’t be as hesitant as you. I realized as I layed my hands on the grains of sand That each one had decayed from land Between now and the age of the ancient man And even before when the earth was vacant and No one was here to hear the waves crash, Feel the sunrays or see the days pass, Everything just spinning, No one to speak fun, Breathe the breeze or see the leaves come Off the tips of trees when these would be sprung From beneath young earth when life had begun, Existence is a glimpse at what is today, So before we wash away: would you please come?

This is a thank you, to two of my inspirations... To me it don't matter what the "Freshman 10" sell, See: I'd rather be the next Lin Manuel. The only time I'm mad is when I rest my pencil, Till I close my eyes Take a breath and then dwell on the barrio I come from Where the party's mostly one drum That comes from numb tongue, Most old, but some younge, That lay the fly beat For the paint of my speech Their canvas is why I wanna paint what I see On days when I Open my door and it’s nice out Then In The Heights of my career Go and perform at the White House. But you’ve gotta be so patient to make it To go stating the blatant, Still I go saying there’s nothing I want more than this But I’z a sophomore at Wes(leyan) With no play in the making… I guess I’m not a play write, B, Nevertheless, tend to get stressed When up late nightly Alligning the rhymes, trying to find What my lane might be, Relying on my flows to map it out Cause those who rap about their “Diamonds” and “Cars”are not The ideals I’d love to be Cause to me It’s never been that vital I clutch the cream See what I love’s to dream Of kicking my mean style With a team titled Freestyle Love Supreme. Sitting on stage with stars who Share the same passion, Who’ll still be There when fame’s passed and Will wanna sit in Cipher-Circles Crafting lines Passing time Till theirs not a word We haven’t rhymed Masterminds With music moving off our tongue Loving what I’m doing Cause I’m doing what I love (Outro: E. Oks)

(Intro: E. Oks) I’m feeling more alone then I ever could be, Letting defeat come and meddle with me, Everything’s pilling up from miles above, For the while even smiling’s tough, and so… (Chorus: Leila) I just put on my headphones, Turn up the volume, my troubles disappear. I just put on my headphones, Base is kicking, pushing away my fears. (Verse 1: Leila) I look around – the world is falling down on me, Tears in my eyes, no where to go, traveling every corner, It eats at my soul, wherever I turn it follows, But when things get really hard, really, really difficult… (Chorus: Leila) I just put on my headphones, Turn up the volume, my troubles disappear. I just put on my headphones, Base is kicking, pushing away my fears. (Verse 2: E. Oks) I’m stuck so deep down I doubt I’ll make it back, Mind faded inside of my eyes painted black, Encircled in sequin colors it seems I’ll never see, All I see is ebony smothering dreams of melody I’m breathing heavily… Until the day I passed a choir of Beatles preaching I need to let it be, And so I let go, putting up on my headphones, Loving the calm bumping a song, trouble is gone when your Ears lick Popsicle colored beats so hypnotically sweet, As you walk head nods, rocking it for the week, And palms place tropical onto trees And feet turn concrete sand, tongue talking into the breeze Which whispers back that it blows for you, That sun rose for you, paints red roses blue. Now I know notes arouse all so when clouds fall… (Chorus: Leila) I just put on my headphones, Turn up the volume, my troubles disappear. I just put on my headphones, Base is kicking, pushing away my fears. (Outro: E. Oks) And then the beat drops… And then the beat drops…

(Intro: E. Oks) Mmm. God dam... You feel that? (Verse 1: E. Oks) Tell your hater friends to make no mistake: I matter. To those of you who think I spit great: I’m flattered. I make mics shatter, brain’s type scattered, Still it seems I’m made to make cake like batter. Understand punk, I can’t stop until you Have got your hands up like a clock at twelve noon Or midnight, I ignite with my cool words, RIP mics (Mikes) just like I killed Bloomberg, So to all y’all in my way: I’ll get you dudes served, Cause I'm all about my J (jay) just like the blue bird As a rhymer it’s like you got blinders on, your views are narrow, Mindless man looking for brain like yous a scarecrow Thinking that you fly when your not like a lead sparrow, That verse was wak-as-fuck so wrap it up like a dead pharaoh… And if you ain’t laughing dummy, it’s probably cause you didn’t get that So go ask your mummy (Interlude: Maddie) Wanna hear the sound, So here we go, Feel it all around, That endless flow (Verse 2: E. Oks) I’m nice like Bose, beats, and an Ipod. Flow heats and then I’m gone: Evaporated slaughter. After which you rapping kids Won’t have to wait that long cause Your beach is just my pond; Plus I go deeper on my songs Y’all to busy drowning to get No feature on my song. See I’m heading for a metaphor, But they’ll never get it So my head’s forgetting what I said it for. They can’t see through the window of their cataracts And say, “E. man you should stick to battle raps Using (w)easy punch lines, we know how to laugh at that We’ll clap and yap ‘bout how your every rap is crack!” Na man I’ve mastered that Plus I’m sick of rationed-rap I’d rather be the itch that fiends are scratching at… I say that, then two weeks later I’m back to battle rap Stuck in the mud, loving the blood-sucking Like a rabid bat. I can’t control where I (eye) is like your cock-eyed friend. B, I make similes but just not like them, I’m cleaning up the game with this mop-like pen, You think your verse is hot, but it’s not (snot) like phlegm. In battles I never run ‘way (runway) like helicopters, Can’t think of what to say? Lemme be your teleprompter: My raps range from deranged to hella proper, Whenever you want a verse, man, I gotcha! Where it be ‘bout blunts, women, or vodka, Running into the cops, or chomping down on a ladka, As long as you got the guap, I’ll write you anything you want Right on the spot about how you make the top of a Mazda drop But deep down your not an obnoxious cock, instead you’re a gentleman, Man I can get your back kind of like how Eminem’s got the Doc! (Outro: Maddie) This is what we got: Here. Now. This is what we got here. This is what we got. Hear now: This is what we got.

I’m bored of this shit I want more than this shit Nothing good comes out his mouth In the corners is spit! You need a wipe down, right now, And to help you stop the front I got your back with this white towel. You might scowl cause I dipped the end in ink Just to watch it stain your spine like shadows on your vertebrate, Claim you giant with the words that play But gifted men will shrink And when you lift the pen, it pretends to think But never does, Claims you smart as hell but you never was Boy who’s shoved in classes. That wasn’t me but I guarantee head’ll buzz Like a kettle does When I boil stomach acid, Steam screaming out your ear That your hard core’s gassed a tad bit, Your tongue tried to disagree So I gagged it Cause tongue tied this tough guy unravels, I left him to tug while I traveled A float these ink oceans Where flow makes the motion Of mind wavier than a dose of pink potion. Fuck cough syrup! I’ve never been one to choke, And don’t tell me what to touch to throat, it loves this rope, It kept me anchored while I hanged around dudes swamped in trees… What’s the point yo? People zoned out after like the third line…Fuck it. Tongue moves with deaf skill, Humans left still, When I slipped a roofie in the Blue and Red pill And built a mirror from this slip of loose leaf, But when I fall into it It’s just a new me and no you As if there’s a “Do Not Touch” sign And that’s why your numb minds do not touch mine. Fame’s generally saved for the less skilled, So when I say they “left still” I mean they keep leaving before my sets done, Sleeping On It like outside the sky has a more than set sun. I’m sick of these Narcoleptics downstage Whose closed lids miss all the colors that I reflect in sound waves With the clouds I paint purple I could get the crowd blazed Soon as I role (roll) up! Then they’d make the ground shake trying to push down The horizon with their steps son, Soon as the colors around fade (meaning after my sets done). For the part of the crowd that got that in their brain, I’m sorry that I felt I got to go explain But I see the rests thumbs are twiddlin’ Even those who bummed some Ritalin from some middlemen Cause some of my puns are riddles when They’d prefer the basics. I’m trying to fuck with them a Lil’ B So talking to their God is who I Based this song off, Cause when they nod off I’m often speakin, If I flip or pop off and have gone of the deep end Then just watch me plummet and sink. If this image makes you sad, you wasn’t listenin’ man: I love when I shrink. And frankly don’t give a fuck what you think, So while you’re asleep I’ll splatter your Tree house with a bucket of ink. (Ink Being Thrown)

Man I keep your head spinning A rapping Baryshnikov, My style’s straight deadly but Asher has just a cough, Fuck Mr. Roth! Man I’m nothing like Ash, that cat Dropped out of College I’m at the top of my class, I’ll never stop getting knowledge That’s something awesome that lasts, Man I’ve placed out of classes Asher Roth couldn’t pass. As a freshman I would sit and pay attention, Listen to they lesson cause the shit they spit’s impressive Steady lifting up the mess that all our ignorance brings Till it’s alleviated…and I still find time to be inebriated B, I’m blazing basically whenever I hear bong, Start to rap, stop…hear everyone cheer on, You fell off a path that I never have veered on, The sad part is: I bet I’m better at beer pong. All this while getting knowledge dude, So I love college too And that’s why I plan to be here all four years long (Radio tuning into Revolution 9, by the Beatles, then to Midnight Sonata, by Mel Hsu, the first track off her debut album: This Living Room) Despite what my ego may have said: Nothing’s as statue as it seems. We’re all made of river. So let go Of the self protecting narrative Since none of this is yours. But all of it is you. There’s no need to be a “Tough Kid” Buddy Wake Up. …And shouts out to Mel, yo, cause she is just on that next level man…she is just nasty.