Pusha-T;
With every line written, And all I have given
Music's been nothing more than a self made prison
I've taken inmate loses at the hands of this one
My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
Now is time to mend [bad word] 
Time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due
Thinking to myself, what can I be owing you?
They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I trouble t-boy,
It's just a D-boy
Let me play the role of [bad word] on his B-Boy
Speaking my [bad word] in rhyme no matter how bland it is
heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
All apologies,
I bear the cross I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain
Not to confuse,
Our sentiment are all the same
I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I turned away
And didn't even flinch,
Yuuch
The music drove me crazy
Looked up and lost the first [bad word] ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays
She can't even face me
I'm sorry for the heartbreak
I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompus [bad word] 
Just look what them jewels made me
I'm only [bad word] in knowing you can't replace me
What a thing to say! But what am I to do?
I'm role playing a conscious [bad word] And [bad word] is [bad word] Cocaine aside
All of the blogger behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
I owe you all

Malice:
This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the line
I touch the hem Gods work is so divine
I see the error of my ways over time
Never to return, Malicous has been refined
Like vine with time, I get better
Not for valley vintage, my flow is fermented
Now drink of me, as if I bought the [bad word] to these words, as if there's no tomorrow
Never mind my car, careful what you wish for
Behind the curtains, the devil and his pitch fork
Jealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for?"
How was I to know I was happy being [bad word] poor
No [bad word]  that's not love, we was [bad word] I was in search of a chicken head; you was clucking
And I was lusting
We were both out of order
I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter
I my brothers keeper for himself every man
I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands
Except me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans
Be careful of what you speak of, [bad word] to understand [bad word]