I see way too many people here right now that I didn’t see last year; who the fuck are y’all? I swear, it feels like the last few times, ain’t a climber here in sight, but, probably cause they come in the fall, what am I doing? What am I doing? oh yeah, that’s right - I’m hitting this, I’m crimping that, I’m throwing high for that jug, man, but come to find out that it’s a sloper, it’s a sloper, and it’s far from over. Fool, I’m a vet - you can bet, that I could rock at the Psicobloc and not get wet, so content, knowing passion grows up out my sweat, and it’s a tinge of black magic - every route I set, man I'm so childish with this rap shit, I used to get called Oreo and faggot, I used to think gang-banging made you the blackest, and since I didn't slang cane, I ain't make the black list, but that shit go two ways though, letting my new ways show, acting Ludacris and still on my Lupe flow, sprinting to the top of rocks, on my crusade, go and get caught like a motherfucking bouquet, yo been climbing for two weeks, ain’t showered in two days, smooth, but I’m criminal, something like Two-Face, the new black hero, I ain’t talking about no Bruce Wayne, you think you’re Superman? Meet your Doomsday… (Chorus)

(Chorus) Shit ain’t hard, bruh, (watch your mouth!) just a lil’ steep… Shit ain’t hard, bruh, (watch your mouth!) just a lil’ steep… Anything the gym hoes can do, we can do it better. Anything the gym hoes can do, we can do it better. I’m talking climb good, shake out, follow the crimps, a little more pumped if you hanging the clips, and if you see a rest, you better take that shit, cause if you don’t, then you probably taking a whip! Y’all don’t know about it, so we need to teach you, one-move wonders like Creature Feature, 90 feet of jugs with a boulder to finish, girlfriend a G, man - you know that she with it, tell your jealous-ass friend stop being a hater, and if you skipping that clip, then tell your belayer and if your partner can’t send it, then hit up a player I’ll be clipping them chains like… (Chorus) He just started training, so he lost a lot of weight, (damn straight) bye 5.5, 6, 7 and 8, on the hang board with the 45 plate, just sent a V7, so you know I’m working an 8! 4’o clock, and I’m finna rally - villain in the Valley, the lyrics bumping all the way to Cali, went from free styling in the alley to hanging in the Gallery, and niggas ain’t even seen my finale, you know I ain’t the type to play around, but the route look like a zero laying down! but the only rest on it is the one knob… I’m like, “girl, you gonna fuck around and run out my pump clock!” (Chorus) I resort to Bora Bora when I’m writing on the tora, hot as Sodom and Gomorrah with the fire - no menorah, aura higher than aurora - boy, I’m climbing on a wall and glowing light as that menorah shining bright in the agora, going, “woah,” Woah, woah! Looking all around like “there ain’t nothing there to hold…” Witness the Citrus - this route name delicious, the pump factor vicious, I tried to envision me clipping and hanging at the ending like a bat… trying to get it all back… I’m a need Chris Sharma, Adam Ondra, Nalle, Sasha, Tommy Caldwell with the rack - give me slack, go! (Chorus)

(Intro) Big shit popping, and little shit stopping, (x3) ball on these niggas, being a chuffer’s not an option - now, (Chorus) Do it, do it, do it - whatcha waiting for? (x4) (Now let me hear you say) Big shit popping, and little shit stopping, (x3) ball on these niggas, being a chuffer’s not an option - now, I’m not your ordinary climber quadragenarian, young niggas should be a little more cautionary, their victory is momentary, then it’s to the mortuary - this shit is so coronary, climbing’s in my pulmonary, meaning that it’s corollary to my heart - from the start, I’ve been smart, steady playing my part - it’s an art, earning stars in the place where they giving purple hearts, everybody knowing that it’s going down - Kevin Hart - going hard every day, night, morning and week, these other chuffers fructose syrup - corny and sweet, that’s true; R. Fisch doing what it do, ain’t nothing changed but the brand on the shoe, Johnny and Tectonic, then I’m headed down the path - me and Bobbi and Amanda running numbers upon the slab, do a hundred, then I dash to my cabin, where I crash, said you need a floor pass? Shit, I got it on the dash, let’s (Chorus) HIIT training in the morning, V-Points after work, pews all around the gym, feeling like I’m in church, giving praise, training hard man, shit’s great, got a few punchlines for the new mixtape, man my rap game strong - shit is stout like Shiva, rhyme schemes genius like they were Sportivas, a rock climbing leader, draw-clipping Caesar, ain’t a young climber here keeping up with me, bruh, call me old-timer, but I’m still a better climber than these kids half my age, finna turn another page in the chapter, I’m here till you’re gone and after, medicate with friends, hard alcohol and laughter that’s all night long, do the whole nine yards, but I gotta budget time for some burns on the proj plus being a father another full-time job, how could anybody ever think I’m never going hard? I (Chorus) Eating nuggets with Nugget, sweet potatoes - my weight up, struggle up on the summit, get beta with Beta (actually, Beta’s kind of a bitch - I would never take her to crag. Just so you know.) add a route to the books, I’m an addict, addict, said your route need a foot, better add it, add it, climbing hard with the wife, she goes harder than me, name another couple here that’s even harder to beat, impossible feat, that shit illogical, G, now we off searching for a geological treat, in Kentucky for the weekend, next is France, in the Calanques for the day, then the night is romance, dance, prance…rock climbing, off in a trance, got me asking for the next month off in advance, keep your parties for yourself, my life is legit, I got climbing, movies, my wife and my kids I grew up on Atari and VCR, too, now I’m kicking off the sport side of TCR2! I’ma (Chorus)

Nobody spray for me, I don’t want beta, G, Well , yeah, yeah I remember Singing Rocks, climbing in my socks, Mad Rocks, brand new setting blocks packaged in a box, nappy locks, singing Juke Box, my falsetto vox, Planet Rock, staring at the clocks, making fun of Fox, niggas watch, and they talk a lot, say you strong, show me what you got, came up in your spot, your supposed proj, send or not, then get off the pot, smoke a lot? You need a detox - here, take your Mocs, put them in a box, take them for a refund, you have been debunked for running your mouth bout sends, never seen one, your technique sucks, grip strength uneven, how you wanna rerun when you have just begun? niggas getting salty with me cause they not seasoned, and I always with an Angie just like a gerund, never gave a fuck - never had a reason, go back to working on your second V1, BITCH - be humble… (Chorus) Bitch, be humble (hol' up, bitch) Sit down (hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (hol' up, bitch) Sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (hol' up, bitch) Sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Niggas get a couple ticks off of they project list, then they start to get a little confidence, then they start to thinking they on top of this, thinking they can work on Thanatopsis, niggas start forgetting how they got to this, niggas stop remembering who taught them this, start to trade in respect for some rottenness, this is why when they get put in check, it’s their apocalypse… see bro, your ego tells yourself that you’re a hero, but negro, that effect is placebo…every Craig has a Debo, every X a Magneto; apparently, yours is draining people like you’re a mosquito, and since you don’t have sex, your ego feeds on your bottled libido, and that shit is like C4 if you fall on a V4, but you was bound to fall - all that bullshit you was ratting off, guess you not the realest nigga after all, BITCH - be humble… (Chorus)

(Chorus) Last night, took a fall, but tonight, I bounce back, every day, I’m on the wall, when they call, I give slack, working on a 9, every time I bounce back… (bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce) [you ain’t getting sends] Last night, took a whip, but tonight I bounce back, got an Armaid at the crib, for the night I got snacks, do that - that’s what’s real, by tonight I’ll bounce back, if you a real one, then you know how to bounce back I got a 40-hour job, a normal body, wanna climb all of the time - this is a hobby, I hate all these fucking kids, it’s all they do, can barely even tie their shoes, and they fucking cruise - they never bruise, though started climbing a couple months ago, and now I’m gonna do it till my fingers don’t work no more, I be like yo, got my harness, let me break it down - for a half hour, work up a sweat, then I cool it down, get chalked up, and I’m moving now, anything I do is priceless, everything I touch is Midas, even on a fucking 5.6, my technique is righteous, little bit of pain in my wrist, putting me in a crisis, made so many sacrifices, but they pay off every time, man… (Chorus) Last night, took a fall, but tonight, I bounce back, every day, I’m on the wall, when they call, I give slack, finally got a 10, now it’s time to bounce back… (bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce) [you ain’t getting sends] Last night, took a whip, but tonight I bounce back, got a roller at the crib, for the night I got snacks, do that - that’s what’s real, by tonight I’ll bounce back, if you a real one, then you know how to bounce back (Look…) My girl is a beast though, booty got me rising like I’m yeast, though (dough) with my posse on the east coast, and like Adele, we rolling in the deep, though! Nigga, I dare you stand before me and not respect my story, all about the rock like I’ve been working down in the quarry, I think bragging is so corny; don’t like drama - don’t watch Maury when it comes to sends, I don’t worry - that lifestyle is just so boring, that shit change up like a wishing well - if you live that way, I wish you well, only climb; I don’t kiss and tell - that mindset is essential, last week, I fucked my back up, took a hard whip at the crag, bruh, shit hurts a lot when I fall down, but you best believe I get back up on that boulder perfect repeat, ain’t shit you can say to me, I’ll come back stronger than ever, you could never A2 me, if I whip once, I’ll bounce back on two 3’s and four 5’s, worked V9 and 5.9 - ain’t too many worked both sides, nigga, fuck what you know, steady climbing with control, the underdog steady putting time in to recover, and it shows, yeah, I’m all on while you all off, never take a summer or a fall off, when you down for the process, your boy stay winning while you niggas fall off, so (Chorus)

(Intro) I’m on a rope (I’m on a rope), I’m on a rope (I’m on a rope), everybody look at me, cause I’m climbing on a rope (climbing on a rope), I’m on a rope (I’m on a rope), I’m on a rope (I’m on a rope), Take a good hard look at the motherfucking rope! I’m on a rope, motherfucker - take a look at me, spitting for the sequel of Tape.CLIMB.Repeat! Tying eight knots, rhymes coming at your throat, you can’t stop me, motherfucker, cause I’m a rope take a picture, trick (trick), I’m on a rope, bitch (bitch) we doing lines and the Gorge and they so sick (sick), I got my quickdraws, and my carabiners, all gold, so a nigga looking very regal, I'm climbing on a route, doing clips and shit, belayer on point, making sure that I never deck, fuck dealing drugs, nigga - this as trill as it gets, I'm on a rope, motherfucker, don't you ever forget I'm on a rope and, I'm going high and, I got a summer vacation planned for the Highlands, when it comes to this rap shit, I'm the one like Neo, if you wanna see me, look on the front of Nat Geo… (get the fuck up - this rope is real!) Fuck land, I’m on a rope, motherfucker, I climb sport, you climb boulders, motherfucker, I got it flaked on my shoulders, motherfucker - got two-patterns like it’s bipolar, motherfucker, dear Momma, living life so swell, eating breakfast sandwiches at Shell, middle of July, so it’s hot as hell, could I still climb well? Incredibly improbable… (Bridge) Never thought I'd be on a rope, it's a new Bluewater brand rope, Paige Claassen, look at me… Never thought I’d see the day, that a nigga’d be clipping the chains, believe me when I say, I freed a 5.8… (it was actually a 5.7!) I’m on a rope (I’m on a rope), I’m on a rope (I’m on a rope), everybody look at me, cause I’m climbing on a rope (climbing on a rope), I’m on a rope (I’m on a rope), I’m on a rope (I’m on a rope), Take a good hard look at the motherfucking rope!

(Chorus) (The fancy chalk, the hammock and the climbing rope… you know who we are, cause we crimping all over the world) (x2) Hey, girl - how you doing? You are the woman that I’m really pursuing, we could be a climbing couple, would you give me your name, if you jot down your schedule, you’ll get mine in exchange, see, I’m the man at this crag, and if you let me show you ‘round, it won’t be a drag, so when you climb in certain places, you’ll be thinking of D, we got, people to meet and many places to be, mmm, I’m really digging your lips and whenever you pull the harness down over your hips, but be careful, cause you’re bound to cause a fall to the ground, with your “bad belay” booty, heads whipping around, I’m no misogynist, girl - I swear it, we’re equal parts no matter how you compare it, I love watching all your different flows from the way you send 12’s to the way you top 4’s… (Chorus) Girl, you hear the sick rhymes that I’m rapping, about all the trips and the climbs that I’m having, now look me in the face - dead in the eye, and tell me that you wouldn’t want it to be part of your life? Nah… we would make a picture-perfect scene, I’m talking places you would see in Climbing Magazine: one day, we in the Holies, with our old companions, next day, with Chilly Dog in the Horseshoe Canyon… that’s right - sport, boulder and trad, no matter what we wanna do, know it won’t be a drag, head north to Devil’s Lake till the temperature drop down, a week in Chattanooga, then we headed to Rocktown, I already know niggas will hate, but Muscatatuck is only bout an hour away! Governor’s Stable, Northwest Branch close to DC, so if your ass don’t show up, it’s more climbing for me! Hey! (Chorus) My crag queen stay built on built, the type you want working at the Tilted Kilt on stilts, and I ain’t trying to be crass, but damn, she got ass, with a rack on her rack - metal ilk on milk, and today, we in the 40, working hard on Skywalker, then we headed to El Chorro, on our way to Gibraltar, stop off at Cooper’s Rock, for some bags of sand, but make sure to always focus on the task at hand, some days, we’ll enter some comps, fly out to Marseilles, couple days in Calanques, (kalanks) fast-forward: we on the Blue Ridge, swerving, driving till we wanna make a stop in the Grayson Highlands head west to Illinois, to spend half our fall, getting lost out with Rachel down in Jackson Falls (but where the best at?) I don’t know why you asking for, the best routes all in the Red River Gorge, and that’s REAL… (Chorus)

(Chorus) I don’t climb with you… you little stupid-ass bitch - I ain’t climbing with you… you little dumb-ass bitch - I ain’t climbing with you… I got a million-trillion things I’d rather fucking do… …than to be climbing with you. Little stupid ass - I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck, I don’t - I don’t I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck, I don’t - I don’t (I don’t, give a) fuck about you or anything that you do - don’t give a fuck about you or anything that you do… Toothpaste, I been living off of toothpaste, pack beef jerky, peanut butter in my suitcase, two days, fuck it - all you niggas two-faced, got me heading to the Red on a Tuesday, truth say, it don’t get better than this, climbing hard, not because I’m competitive, bitch I’m on some veteran shit, that you never will get, you stuck in your own bubble only smelling your shit, steady thinking that you’re cool because you’re sending shit - wow, but honestly, nobody caring what you climb now, I stuck to V1’s, that’s what made me this, steady getting strong, steady getting better, steady making hits, and everything that I do is an FA, I could write a essay on niggas thinking their jefes, you think you are kin to me? Ah man, nigga please, I can’t let somebody like you fuck up my energy, never take my shirt off if it’s hot - I keep my clothes on, the coldest nigga alive - feel like I’m Frozone, I saw you sent me a text, “when you climbing there next?” But I’ma text your ass back like, “I don’t climb with you”… (Chorus) …okay, we all know one, the people that rock climbing with is no fun, every time they do something, gotta go run, say I sent “such and such” - heard it all before, son I’m not smart, but it seems like your ego, depends all upon if you flash every V4, telling everybody when we climbing that we go snatching up chains like our names both Debo, see though, I ain’t about that shit, (nope!) getting to the top, I don’t announce that shit (nope!) hitting on the rock, I never pout bout shit - got sends, but I’m never gonna count that shit (nope!) so fresh, so clean - I’m on my Outkast shit while I’m making a hit, climbers think I’m the shit, but lyrically, I’m just taking a piss, while you niggas straight making a diss, you stay fake and amiss, I heard you got a new send - I see you taking a pic, then you post it up, honestly it’s making me sick, say you wanna go climbing - I’ll be making it quick, cause I’ma answer that shit like - “I don’t climb with you,” (Chorus) Y’all niggas do drive-by’s - I do fly-by’s cause my confidence is sky-high, why try to send? It’s okay, fam’ - chilling on a lake in my Ray-Bans, floating like Ray-Man’s hands[,] in her lake like superior, your baes are inferior, talking about your sends, nigga - I ain’t even hearing you, you’d never get a rise down here with us, anytime, bottom line, point-blank, period - plus, man, I’m not that competitive, on some better shit… good vibes and positive rhetoric, life will never get better if you always on some jealous shit, trying to like rebel like confederates, dude, that I’ll never do, trying to evolve, something better, something new, but that don’t mean that I don’t like the people in your crew, cause them niggas cool, it’s just that ‘bitch, I ain’t climbing with YOU…’

Is it me or is it something bout a route that makes me wanna pack my shit and head down to the south? Or maybe it be the fact that every other single sport needs shit I can’t afford or leave a nigga bored? to think of all the time that I was wasting, in my homey’s basement, I was so depressed, happiness was on occasion, now I’m eating Cajun with a couple caucasians, trying to write the story of my life in perfect phrasing, I don’t know where to start, or what I’m chasing, but shit is so amazing, study stone masters like a mason, never staying long in any place, man - I’m blazing a trail down to the Gorge, and I’m racing, cause I got a (Chorus) [80-meter rope, Dragos on the dresser, got my chalk, the weather couldn’t be better, Black Diamond on the metal, green on the Ohm, prAna on my shorts, I can’t leave them at home…] (x2) Stay training all day, all night, work hard in the gym so I can play outside my ends meet, I have yet to find a downside, Your friends think they strong climbers, but, they alright, a healthy diet’s an illogical feat, a donut TV’s the only way I’ma watch what I eat, so add another weekly session of ARC, I found a new crag, trying to do a playoff sweep, I ain’t really trying to take another day off - please, if you only wanting hard shit, stay off these, you can hum to that tune, but you gonna stay off beat, 5.4 to 5.14 - they all sweet, I stay passionate bout everything that I’m on, I do what I want and and y’all don’t, put the whole rack in my trunk, then I’m gone, find a Jeep with 4 wheel drive, watch the potholes with these tires, middle lane driving this terrain, so let me by, cause I got (Chorus) 25 beaners, 25 meters on the route, it’s pretty stout - got like 25 features Too hot outside - we brought like 25 liters Too Many Puppies, took like 25 screamers, clip my draw then I go, go, go but if I pop, might fall onto the rope, nice go, climb slow, but today, man, we going for the distance, cleaning routes fast, it look like I’m on a mission, okay, this how I ride: 3 people inside, my girl say she ready, the other two say they tired, I’ma drop these other two off, me and my girl, we gone climb, all jokes aside, I’m the black climber poster child! (Chorus)

(Chorus) [(This is the way we fall) All my partners’ strong, I ain’t been climbing long, I started later than your average person on the wall, (This is the way we fall) my arms are kinda short, I never played a sport, you’d never see me on a basketball or tennis court, (This is the way we fall)] (x2) I’m new to the scene, a climbing gumby, My shoes are are all clean, and my skin is all green, my friends are all obscene, they’re really kind of mean, all they talk about is climbing 5.13, my dad is really tall, I ain’t get the height gene, I never played sports, I’m not very lean, so I’m eating less candy, more protein, got a canteen and some brand new Keens now 2 days a week, I got Shamans on my feet, I climb auto-belays and I boulder V3, my friend’s with the hottest girl that I ever seen, he tells me that I gotta find my own crag queen, the homies try to put me on 11’s all the time, but I’m still working on a hard 5.9, I went over to it, now somebody’s on the line, so I’m waiting in line…(this is the way we fall) (Chorus) 5 years later, I’m a climbing innovator, made it high on the chain up - I’m a top-ranked fauna, hot as Tijuana getting married to Uganda after flirting with Ghana, having kids with Rwanda, these gym prima donnas bring nothing but drama, whining bout the grades, unscathed, new Prana, niggas wanna slither, living like lizards, but I’m down to chop it up on site, Benihana, people heard that I’m the top setter, now they wanna shake hands, all honor for the man - I’m Juwanna, now that I got fans, Hoosier Heights got fans - even my wife got fans, like her name was Kitana, she keeps me high, like she made of all ganja and she got big buns like she’s Leia Organa, I wanna hump a lot, like my name is Ivanna, and keep her hot and wet like a sauna, I’m goner!

It got a nigga doing front flips, had me pledging my allegiance after one sip, I know everything is good when the bottle’s green, mix it with ‘gnac so my niggas can stop fucking with lean, this the blueprint for a real drink, Kentucky water, ginger, caramel, other real things, all the real niggas know they feel me, TSA, TSA, TSA, TSA, for my real queen, rock climbers coming up out of the gutters, right - greetings from the other side, where brothers hide, we’re not so different - you and I, I just had a dream I could do it right, work and passion unified, wanted to be stronger, like the people working Hoosier Heights, and that’s exactly where I happen to be, everything I ever wanted finally happened to me, this what it sounds like when Sharma do a track with Jay-Z, killing shit - I be giving out cadavers for free… (Chorus) Check the bottle - already, half is gone, shit is no big deal - I feel like Alex Hon, when my Dragos on the rock, these niggas at my mercy, I got Ale-8 all around me - I ain’t never thirsty, who the fuck is you and who the fuck is him and him? Climbing rapper, y’all know the deal - y’all know you can’t touch me - nah, nah, nah, nah, I got Ale-8… I got, I got Ale-8… Had my first sip before 2012, back when a nigga was packing bacon upon the shelf, fast-forward a couple years, a nigga doing well, live on the road with no looking back, if you couldn’t tell, it’s too many young niggas in the hood now, wish I could show them that climbing was something good I found, crack open bottles for real, nigga - we celebrating, I got my spot Miguel’s, homey - we hella faded, and elevated, we be hanging at the campsite, living on our own, boy, sipping and it’s damn nice, pass it to the homeboy, you drinking it too fast, son, ask them what’s it’s worth, huh? you looking for the next one, I still got my first one, I drink it all the time - barely a day goes by, I feel ashamed for those who missing out through they whole life, I introduce this shit to everyone I take outside, crack the seal with the steel then open my mouth wide… (Chorus)

Short nigga, but my reach tall, what I told your bitch, dog, while you niggas wanna fuck around and hit bongs, I’ll be chilling with my niggas, making hit songs, maybe get in with some women in the River Gorge, go as soon as it’s fall, I got a girl that ain’t never got a climbing partner, if I leave her, that chick will be pissed off - real nigga shit, Devin be climbing all day, probably warm up on an 8, got my niggas from back in the day, they taught me how to belay, bouldering trip in December, temperature was 38, two shots - send another V5, Sharma Ranks finna call it a day, like “damn, this nigga gone cray - need to work on that pump, then he climbing V8,” y’all talking bout Black Gold, you don’t climb 5.13, Jeep full of my bros, they all wanna come with me, you got a Jeep with a sad hoe, cause she wanna climb with me (Sharma!) (Chorus) Sharma Ranks, Sha-sha-sharma Ranks, V14s like I’m Sha-sha-sharma Ranks, Black Prana jeans like I’m Sha-sha-sharma Ranks, Evolv shoes like I’m Sha-sha-sharma Ranks, Sharma Ranks, Sha-sha-sharma Ranks, 5.14’s like I’m Sha-sha-sharma Ranks, Black Diamond jeans like I’m Sha-sha-sharma Ranks, Evolv shoes like I’m Sha-sha-sharma Ranks, Black nigga, but my voice white, people say that I’m too nice, whether I’m up on a wall, doing sweet lines, or if I’m up in a mall live a sweet life, as I take another big gulp from my goblet, to egg you on like omelet cause I’m milking the game like chocolate, you bitter niggas is the opposite, tormented like Obelisk not ready for this gauntlet, and your girlfriend is now topless, because I get her wet with them droplets, I’m climbing really great, working on an 8, only bout a couple moves away from the final plate, going to the 40 from the 8th from the 17th, but I’ll probably send it a day like a nigga name (Sharma!) That’s best to ponder, inside the Honda, outside, I wander, then divide and conquer, I gotta send a 9 - not best to squander if I ever want a dime like Jessa Younker, got a Jeep full of bad hoes, they all wanna come with me, you got a Jeep with a sad hoe, cause she wanna climb with me (Sharma!) (Chorus)

I ain’t fucking with the police, I done seen them body niggas we was talking about in ’03, I ain’t never selling dope (selling dope), I’m a hardened starving artist while you eating till you obese, niggas thinking I’m a hoe (I’m a hoe), just because I’m climbing don’t mean I won’t go back to the old me, get to acting like you know (like you know), don’t be acting like you bold, niggas putting on a show, on their Instagram, Twitter, let a motherfucker pose, while you on there bragging all about your newest V4, I was out in Horseshoe Canyon - that December, it was cold, gave my girl my hand warmers, so you know my shit was froze, had to rent us out a cabin, hoping that it didn’t snow, trying to top out on Titanic Boulder ‘fore we have to go, all my friends getting swole, had to catch up with the folk, people saying they support it, but they hating on the low, while you bat hang on the Snake, do a campus rose, any dyno you can drum up to impress all of your hoes, this ain’t nothing new to me, I done seen it all before, you another of the million, people like you come and go, some would say it’s good, some would say you’re polishing the holds, is it better for the sport that it continuously grows if the people coming to it don’t respect it? I suppose, it’s a burden that I chose - an ambassador for sure, you wouldn’t know about it… (Chorus) You a gym rat, you a motherfucking gym rat - know we know about you, You a gym rat, you a motherfucking gym rat - this I know about you, where your pass at, where your pass at? (Huh?) where your racks at, where you camp at? (Huh?) where your crash pad - you ain’t have that, (huh?) Why? Cause you a motherfucking gym rat… Rock climber - different kind of athlete, keep my whole life packed in my backseat in a black Jeep, trying to get the black rims, traded up Evolv shoes for them black Tims, started wearing slip-ons, never white Nikes, bright lights, trying to end up with a white wife, she can climb 5.15 or 5.9, as long as she be down to hang, that’s the right mind, you treating climbing like a hobby, this is my life on that Miller High Life starting back in ’09, plus one, yeah, man, I don’t ever mean to brag, but we never bringing music when we coming to the crag, I’ma be there every fall, climb till I fall y’all focused on the sends, I’m just trying to have a ball, now you come back to the gym, with a couple of your friends, and you question every 10 that I put up on the wall? tell me when I need a foot, tell me that you shouldn’t fall on a V3, normally, you always flash them all, niggas send a couple 12’s, and they think they know it all? I ain’t worried bout y’all, man…y’all motherfuckers gym rats. (Chorus)

Way Back When (Chorus) [Back in the days, when I was young - I’m not a kid anymore, but some days, I sit and wish I was a kid again.] (x2) (Y’all act like you never seen a black) Person before, flashing all the V4’s, like “damn, this nigga just walked in the door”…started whooping some ass first and before yours truly records the stories he forged in the Red River Gorge - have a seat on the floor… and in a language Aristotle configured, I tell tales bottled with vigor of water and liquor - that, straight vodka and mixer - not for the bitches, y’all on the trail hot for the riches - I’m hot for the pitches, I’ll take you back to 2010, all over again, Ball State just opened a gym, I’m gone with a friend that’s hoping to send, she’s holding my hand - I don’t wanna go, but I don’t wanna dis, cause I’m hoping to hit - I’ll go and pretend that I ain’t acrophobic until we in matrimony, niggas been acting phony since we started rapping, so we climbed, and it actually was incredible, indelible, feeling so nervous, almost threw up in the receptacle, came in feeling skeptical, looking around for medical assistance, checking if I would have a witness, man, sometimes I’ll sit and reminisce, then, think about when I was climbing 8’s…back in the day. (Chorus) I’m still back in the day, but the now it’s 2011-2012 - that’s when my crew and I bought me new Defy’s that’s when I first led - we climbed down at the Red, Mad Rocks blew the first day, had a nigga dead, and ever since I came back, people saying I was different, now you spending all your free time at the gym, and used to want a career, now you talking about temping, that was when I saw I never fit in to begin with, on a field trip, new place, new climate, had it happen at the worst time, perfect timing, looking over my shoulder, I see a big boulder, all my friends hiking up the back, I would rather climb it, and ever since 0-10, I’ve wanted my own gym, to reunite my old friends, positive emotions, but now I want to cook, sell beer, design clothing, and keep on route-setting, class-teaching and coaching, and if you ask me, climbing has given me friends upon whom I can depend until the very end - man, dog, sometimes I still sit and reminisce, then, think about when I was climbing 8’s…back in the day. (Chorus) Headphones while I’m listening to Deadmau5, thinking of Red House, been down, so I be going harder than lead now, the same motherfuckers that was putting the man down say I’m a standout, come around with they hands out, looking for handouts, I can’t hear they said now - head down in a white woman wearing a red blouse, hoes used to throw curveballs, then head out, now I could turn a penthouse to henhouse, and all of it’s in-house…it’s gonna be a wonderful season for teasing, pleasing, appeasing, heavily breathing, I’m a thieving demon, dreaming of leading - being a king, looking like I wear a size 18, yahmean (Yao Ming)?? ladies know that I can prove it, they all loving my music bout alternative lifestyles, promoting self-improvement, make my job a passion, unlike the average human, I’m not about inaction - nigga gotta stay moving brown liquor with that twist, so we get wild and stupid that was that BSU life, Outdoor Pursuits movement, that’s when I stopped hooping and joined a revolution, to make up for the years I was raised…back in the day. (Chorus) (x2)

Rope Gun My line just changed, it just got the upgrade, I thank God you came, how many more days could I hang? I made plans with you, and I won’t let them fall through, I, I-I-I-I… I think I’d climb for you, put up a line for you, brush a V5 for you, send things when you want me to, like controller…control her. Okay - You like it, when I get, aggressive, tell you to, climb slower, just rest up, like controller, control her. All this talk, you thought I was the rope gun, I stay chilling, but my girl is a cold one, she so mature, I’m forgetting that I’m the old one, but if you talking rebelling, she is the rogue one, Rappelling down into the falls, call them Jackson, climbing on all of the walls that we passing, peeping a really crimpy haul, attention catching but I don’t really have the balls, and I’m cashed, man, I feel like relaxing, doing nothing taxing, the day was full up with plenty of route flashing, now I wanna wax and do another relapsing, I just gotta ask my beautiful Anglo-Saxon, please, can we do another week of traveling, please, spend a few days pebble battling, geez, so much gear, the trunk rattling, I’m calling into work - no tattling… (4 bars) But you can’t cop this and go tell my story, you can’t listen to me rap, then go take my glory, it don’t work like that when you love rock climbing, my boldness is my weakness now, but I’m working on it, and that’s why I need all the energy that you bring to me, my last girl would climb all the time, but she never shared a single dream with me, but when it comes to you, I think I’d climb for you, put up that line for you, do things when you want me to, like controller…control her.

America, God bless you if it’s good to you, America, please take my hand, Can you help me understand - Throw a 8 to the rats - soft grade’s where it’s at, they’ll take it…crimping on the foot chips, beta’s sworn nemesis, they’ll break it…no point in getting better, if they send, it’s whatever - woah, they don’t care about rock climbing well, they don’t care about rock climbing well, they just wanna feel good bout themselves, I’ll send a nigga proj, put his biner in his lap, free solo by myself, tell them, “Bitch, I did that X-rated”… Johnny don’t wanna go to school no more… Johnny ain’t climbing V2 no more… (no more…[he isn’t doing it]) Johnny wanna be a pro like Chris Sharma, Johnny wanna crimp harder than Adam Ondra, Johnny wanna free solo like he’s Dean Potter, Yesterday, I’m with my student, talking private, 1-on-1, bout his homey that would come with him to Climbing 101, said they used to hang with friends, steady climbing just for fun, but now his homey’s chasing grades, hanging, whining bout the sun, he said, “Devin, can you pray for me? It been a fucked-up day for me,” I know you got experience, I’m feeling kinda numb, he got wind I had a project, then he found it, and he got it now he tell me all about it - surely something can be done,” I said, “I wish I could filter, but you put me on the spot, if somebody send my project, then somebody getting dropped, tell me what you do for dignity, when niggas have no sympathy, and bragging’s all you seem to see in infinite ubiquity, I find out what he’s working, watch him bail up at the top, I’ll catch them at Miguel’s Pizza if it’s all I got, I’d send the nigga proj, put his biner in his lap, post the shit on Instagram, like ‘bitch, I did that!’ Hard to recover when your beta broke by a chuffer, you should start on them repeaters, make your fingers even tougher, climb a bunch of V3’s, 30 times, then another, 30 minutes A-R-C, every night in the summer, touch my problem, I’ma turn your winter project into Sodom, climb it perfect from the bottom like a Harlem Alex Honnold - you should send the nigga proj, put the biner in his lap, matter fact, I’m bout to teach a climbing clinic - I’ll be back…” Hypocritical thoughts up in my mental, index and middle fingers massaging against my temple, climbing is instrumental, the rock is elemental, movement is fundamental, the cause is monumental, Hang board every day, till my skin is like leather, everyone chasing grades, I just wanna be better, everyone give me praise, all because I’m a setter until they work a V8 and tell me a foot should be better, ever since their first endeavor sending Red Hot Chili Pepper, use that level of effort to measure all other efforts - whatever weathered is pressure - never at all it is pleasure, whether it’s hard or it’s lesser, they blame their falls on the weather… These niggas talk a lot, thinking they speaking gospel, can’t find the parking lot, they used to being coddled, keep my guide book, next to my belay goggles, and my recycle bin is full of Ale-8 bottles… …yeah, tape, climb and repeat, till it’s all done perfect, till I metamorphose into a whole other person and everything that I do doesn’t end up being worthless…

His palms spaghetti, knees weak - arms spaghetti, his body’s kinda sweaty already, thoughts are heady - he’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to get warm, so he hopped on Machete but he broke down, the whole crowd knows the sound, his hope turned to doubt, but he said he won’t come down, he’s choking now, both ankles broken now, draw’s run out, time’s out - over, blow! So hike back to the cabin and op - it’s old habit to sulk, he so mad but we won’t, give up that easy, nope - he won’t have it, he stoked, to sew cracks with his rope, solo trad with his homies, no rack - man he’s broke, he knows that but has hope this whole rap is a coping mechanism, the flow of no avarice, rap for the average dope that loves slapping for holds he better rope up and hope that it don’t pass him… (Chorus) [You better lose yourself in the movement, the holds - if you want it, you better never let go (WHOO) you only get one shot, do not let your foot hold blow this opportunity comes, once in a lifetime…] (x2) Daylight is breaking, and the season’s escaping, this send is mine for the taking, make me scream, as I reach forward another hold, hope the fear doesn’t take its hold, make him go cold, the stressors get harder, numb the thoughts, but as the pressures grow hotter, I only go harder if the first is clipped, I got a solid gold spotter, still can’t give it all, might as well just don’t bother… Can I make it to the chains? Man it’s hard to say, the next draw might as well be 30 yards away, gotta keep hold of my brain, keep the thoughts away, I can’t be afraid to let the slab scar my face, and steep walls be the least fall danger of all, at least y’all’s head the least fogged, stay getting paused, the beast hard to release, but I stay clipping draws, till these thoughts see a cease - stop taking withdraws, and I’ll (Chorus) Last verse on the album, last chance to be the source of inspiration I claim to seek, be the truth I perceive in the things I speak, I done spent four years working on a V3, but I kept climbing - stepped right on the next line up, best believe a couple of 12’s in my lineup, by the way, that V3 was Earth, Wind and Fire at the HP, damn near gave me a shiner, but I work hard, what I look like trying to stop I’ma go to the crag, work shit till I drop, fuck making progress, I’ma get to the top, a send is my only motherfucking option - taking’s not! All I wanted since the start was having fun number one on my list - never stop, so here goes my shot - feet, fail me not - this may be the final opportunity that I got! (Chorus)