WOODROW, THE MADMAN

He speaks in static and strikes in verses
a mind unraveling in real time.
This album isn’t polished. It’s possessed.
rage and reason go to war.
'Woodrow, The Madman' is the sound of a mask falling off,
of sanity slipping just enough to show the truth.
Unhinged. Unfiltered.
This isn’t for the faint.
It’s for those who’ve heard the voices.

EGO DEATH

boy you better recognize

I don’t want yo dap you ain’t no friend of mine

Fake smiles and looking at yo face

you plot on my demise

I figured out the way you snake around

The shit is pretty sad

That Tall grass

Couldn’t hide your ways

Got eagles on the grab

They on prowl

I’m looking down on you

I seen it from a mile

Annoying sounds

I hear the doubt in you

Just shut ya fucking mouth

I’ll help you out

I’ll shoot a round or 2

I bet you hit the ground

Envy on yo breath

and my success is bound to make you pout

the biggest throne

Is where I rest my ass

The king of fucking Lex

I been the goat

y’all been dropping trash

You better bow ya heads

I’m chopping necks

I call it ego death

Y’all carry to too much pride

And full of lies

give the shit a rest

You better act yo size

Look in my eyes…..

I hope you’re sleeping soundly

slobber mouth

upon your pillowcase

the sweetest dreams

you’re counting way too many sheep

a rude awake

The rudest face

You better fix your mug

before you rue this day

Freddy Kruger how I’m moving

boy they won’t remove the stains

the cruelest fate

to anyone who thinks

that they can take my place

them watered eyes

you better go and hide

got violence in my brain

and your demise

sniper with the scope

no you can’t run away

I let it fly

you hit a Sommer salt

chris Kyle with the aim

this shit get dangerous

you want the fame like that’ll help ya name

and y’all want me to come around?

that’s just something I can’t fake

Is it wrong that I see y’all as enemies?

made some songs sayings we should keep the peace

but my gut is saying watch who be around

standing tall and imma spot you when you sneak

MADMAN

There be praise with my arrival

And the crowd is shedding joyous tears

Parade for many miles

They exited cause the boy is here

The joy they feel’s immense

honestly I was a humble kid

But still some niggas spiteful

Aim a rifle at ya mothers ear

I bet she hear a bang

Put a knife to any niggas ribs

Who plot against the gang

Make you sing a thousand whacko songs

And claim that you a fan

And that pressure it must way a ton

It’s something you can’t lift

Know My pen it be like Mjölnir

open palm

it fly to me

I write and hear the thunder clash,

Niggas know a gods coming

You done told some lies to me

Talking bout you this and that’s

See it in yo eyes you be a fraud

You and yo silly raps

Niggas want a slice of this here pie

Like I ain’t make a batch

Oh i be yo brother now?

You ain’t got it figured out?

Don’t you dare again call me yo twin

I not yo mothers child

Ain’t an ounce of bitch in me

I can’t relate

Get out my face

You won’t get my sympathy

You Better hide

Cause it ain’t safe

We gon have the biggest feast

Eating good

and saying grace

Too Many plates

Say they wanted peace but truth be told he be a mad man

YOUTH

There's A spiral in the clouds

I’m looking down as I descend

Let it begin

they bout to scream and shout

I doubt they’ll ever win

And to my peers

you’d best be leaving now

Im melly with the clip

I keep a 16 loaded

So don’t you boast or you’ll get hit

Nigga I’m not Jahova

But you’ll be paying for ya sins

Niggas thought it was over

I knocked the dust up off my pen

Jotting names

I won’t forget

And get em hit

So don’t you loose ya brain

That stain is hard to rinse

I don’t want fame

just want pockets paid

My gang be filthy rich

You can keep the itty bitty chains

A slave is what you is

And to yo bae

She bet not look this way

I just might take ya bitch

I used to face thousands spliffs

Stress many days at mommas crib

I’m making changes

that’s on my granny grave

There’s faith inside the kid

Little niggas acting like they tuff

I’m bringing out the whips

Truth be told they be some little pups

Ashamed I’ll have to end em

They even started living

all that barking get ya finished

I think the youth is acting up again

I’m glad they finally woke me up

I’m Shigaraki with the slightest touch

I’ll turn ya ass to dust

Cause who can stop me?

I caught another body

I blew him with the gust

So bring ya posse

We can roll em up

And stuff em in that blunt

If we got problems

Promise we can solve it

Nip it in the bud

Im like my father

Alcoholic suds

Will turn a nigga up

I go retarted

Get up in my way

Just know I’m bond to fuss

And I ain’t sorry

If you’re triggered

Then I hope to god you duck

Cause when I buss

Ya’ll be looking for a savior

got a nigga started

See the the look in all y’all faces

The reason why they heartless

Cause I had to come and take it

Ya’ll be looking for a savior

got a nigga started

See the the look in all y’all faces

The reason why they heartless

Cause I had to come and take it

I’d hate to see your mothers mortified

Many young corpses frozen face was horrified

Shedding dreadful tears

They never should’ve crossed that line

I said a thousand times

Be careful when you play with mines

I think the youth is acting up again

GOLDEN PEN

Never with the boasting shit

Nor posing pics

Or toasting with the posers like my foes are friends

The coldest wind send chills upon yo spine

You gotta notice him

The chosen one

they kneel when I arrive

then in the throne I sit

Ya throat is slit for talking outta line

Surgical my wrist

I’m the one that’s keeping this alive

Like what if Kobe missed?

They doing what the internet taught em

They got up the blick

You’d think I got relationship problems

The way I dump the clip

Immortalized ya favorite rapper onna T shirt

Then you would be hurt

Like I had said I’m putting me first

You niggas short on time I couldn’t lie

You sweet as dessert

Just like ya mommas pie

Use the rubber when I slide

Extra grip

Televise we’ll probably get a thousand like

I’ll post the shit

Said you fine

But you done told a tale of lies

I know you sick

Like how I wrote this shit?

Notes made of skin of a lion

Pen gotta golden tip

Figured that it’s best that I bleed em

I took the tourniquet

Brody said it’s cool if we jump em

Guess it my turn to kick

Shorty said she’ll love me forever

I had to ghost the bitch

Faded like I’m Nilesey Niles I chucked the peace sign

Fade em just to show what I’m bout I put the piece down

I done heard the opps getting desperate they wanting peace now

Niggas told me I couldn’t do it

I know they peep now

Crown is at the the top of the summit and I’m at the peek

I pop out with a whole new style

These niggas done had a heart attack

My old girl can’t get no love dumb bitch still thinking my heart attach

Gimme my bread want all of that

Im back on my bidness

I gotta go get it

Yeah im never falling back

Im never falling

Tighten my grip cause this mountains the tallest

Came from a pit and im trying my hardest

I aint got kids but im somehow a father

If I had a daughter

this what I taught her

Sometimes

You gotta show em

Just keep composure

Remember that you’ve been chosen

Dont lose your focus

Boy ya full of funny bones

watch who you speaking on

I see ya nose

You always tell a lie

But swear you preaching tho

Just keep it closed

see thru yo disguise

I’ll turn the heater on

Ya freezing cold

bet I blow ya mind

Just know I keep the chrome

Piece of toast

It don’t ever jam

But makes you sing a song

If you claim you don’t believe in god

You better play along

I pray one day this pen could save a life

I pray one day this pen could just inspire

And to the ones that try to snuff my light

I pray one day this pen be your demise

WAR

Tell me who the sickest is?

The sickest kid is sitting in a city

where the citizens

Celibate some college wins

The calmest winds

Pleasantly it seems

A storm is rumbling

Scary are the scenes

Won’t see the sun again

Sorry for your sorrows

Imma slaughter

All that sleep

Bout to leave them all in somber

Take the heart from off my sleeve

It’s time to sin again

Won’t sell my soul but still will serve you skull

Too all my nemesis

Something that they won’t forget

I sniffed a scent

Nearly made me sneeze

You niggas stink

And I can’t stomach it

The smell of death

I don’t want your girl cuz she was selling sex

That ain’t a flex

Muscle up the strength to step to me

And imma leave ya stretched

Don’t mistake the sentimental

Send some men to stretch you out

You scream and shout

Sadly I ain’t like the sounds

Working on my self-control

I separate the sympathy I had

And that shit left me cold

I stomp you like the centipede I smashed

For sneaking on the floor

I’m saying Ain’t no sense in sitting sad

I had to let you know

SCARS

Spliff blowing loner

The owner of all my demons

And chip be on my shoulder

A warning to all the people

That got plans to fuck me over

I be loco so you know

Not a boast but yet a promise

Fuck around and you’ll be gone

Don’t let these lonely songs

Trick you like I’m soft

Im really not

Ain’t claiming hard

But if we step inside that yard

then you’ll get dropped

Im throwed off just like my pops

Somebody calm me down

An angry child

brody loss the battle with his demons

And he’s hanging now

Sitting at my lowest wanna see him

we’ll be hanging out

Battling with suicide

Truth be told it’s do and die

Casket with a suit and tie

Heaven or Hell?

And If god is letting you decide

Be honest to self

I ask my pops what was he doing

Cause he would talk to him self

He said that “y’all don’t listen to me

then y’all mock when I yell”

I heard that trauma kills

If I smoke this blunt

then I tried to heal

I ain’t seen my homies in some months

I hope they doing well

Pray I find a shorty I can love

Never kiss and tell

But I got some problems with my trust

I can’t make a deal

And plus I’m rarely even feel

I can fake it though

If they put that shit inside a pill

I’d probably take a dose

I fight so hard

I got some scars

I held my momma

and told her to dry her eyes

I asked her “what is the matter?”

She told me that it was life

She told me what to expect

Ain’t know that she was depressed

She said boy you gonna see when you older

How hard it gets

She talked about losing friends

And how everything has to end

All you got is this moment

So cherish the way you live

She said that she fakes a smile

And drinking helps her forget

I pray that I make her proud

Her smile gon’ be legit

Man I swear

UNTITLED FREESTYLE

I rap that shit that you can feel

Help you heal

Know some nigga that don’t like to keep it real

Selling fallacies to make you think they out there in the field

What they following is make believe that shit could get you killed

By nigga toting steal

He done peeled off

Niggas tried to dub me for the win

But they still lost

Pray the lord forgives me for my sins

Never was I perfect

Niggas hurting then again

Got the jolliest of grins

And I Learned to hide my weakness

If you cry you ain’t a man

That’s what father taught me

don’t be soft and never bend

But I see that he was wrong a troubled life

That he had lived

Carrier if curses imma break it for revenge

Or that cycle never ends

I’m the golden child I’m Older now

And gaining wisdom

Niggas say they feel you but you know the never feel you

If your mind is sacred imma blow it out your temple

If your mind I scared imma…..

You can slumber if you want

I’m advising that you don’t

Don’t like violence

But I’d love to see y’all silent on the floor

All the tyrants y’all call leaders

Imma hang ‘em by the throat

Imma prophet for my people

We’ll be knocking down the door

I don’t make promises

This here a certainty just so you know

So many talentless

Committing perjury I’ll leave them cold

And this be fine with me

They ain’t deserving of that fucking throne

press that line with me

We’ll spin in circles till they fucking gone

We done watched you niggas dance around

For many months and more

and then of course

I brought the demon out

Y’all Leaking from your pores

I do see a different season

Where the talent at the fore front

Y’all committing treason letting

Followers At the door steps

Tell me what yo message is

And don’t you dare ignore us

Gotta earn yo stripes

Before you step inside this culture

That’s how it use to be

Just prove to me

That you ain’t vulture

When my granny died

I told her that we taking over

Y’all be out here wildn

Hope y’all do enjoy ya moment

Just on the horizon

We gon show you who a soldier

And it’s perfect timing

We’ll be shining

Don’t lose focus

Prayed for better days

We still a slave

And y’all ain’t noticed?

THE SPIRIT IF MY FATHER

"Woodrow" is the name of my father. to some he's seen as an angry soul. often crazy. I think I inherited his feelings. I was angry recording this entire project. I felt played with. I felt tried. "im too vulnerable, too soft, too traumatized. all I make is sad music" those were the thoughts running through my head when I was making this. I wanted to destroy that narrative and showcase my pen. I can be a killer when need be. I claimed the Thorne to my city and stand 10 toes on it. I want to lyrically gut every single one of you. peers and all. push that pen.