We bringing it back to basics

Situated under the basement

The nation is garunteed

To hit the pavement

You slept, now your bobbing your head

So hard you left with a

Permanent injury to your neck

The turn of the century's way behind

We raped the time when she gave birth

To the First Born drafted this design

What! You thought our second record wouldn't be live?

Surprise! Why did it take you so long to relize

Only the strong survive 

Without the need for comprimise

No one's above us in context

Your whole genre's elevater music

Playing on the way up to where my song sits

You've sold a lot of records 

But I've gotta question

How many ended up back in the used section

All of them!!!

Yeah Abilities beats bang

but he aint making nothing for you

So stop calling him

I had enough of these pretty punk

MC/DJ Duos psuedo boy bands

Holding hands in public

Your candy coted condom flavored karaoke cover songs

Are no longer accepted so I suggest you exit

Back on the mission to corrupt human brain waves

Unconcerned with circumstantial targets

When we learned to aim straight

With every ending there comes a new beggining

Listen we 'bout to clue you in

On just what you've beed missing