Chorus:
 Rappers sellin out for the money and fame
 But I just keep on dune methane
 Dee dee da da dee dee dane
 I just keep on dune methane

 [Casual]
 They only know colonial ways
 Anything that my homie okays
 is all right these days
 Display recklessness  whose tek is this
 Pointed in the window of ya coupe Lexuses
 Follow me on my Exo dust
 My poetics will earn the respect of thus
 An individual crushing hypocritical nothings
 Like aluminum cans
 Put me on the mic and I'm doomin em
 Operation: MC Intimidation
 Occupation: rock the place then leave relieved
 The masta John, large like a mastodon
 In charge of the class Cas is on
 Some whole new shit than you bastards on
 Bitten my old style while smash was gone
 My infallible flows will swallow you wholes
 Rappin bout cars and clotes you need to kill it

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 [Opio]
 I'm voices in your subconscious, knots in your intestines
 Crescent moon attack stance if you glance at the mic
 I'm unlike all types
 Can't master breakin necks cause they need more gigabytes
 I hit em twice...iced em, cold like liquid nitrogen
 They need vitamins and ginseng
 If you fencing with these you get stabbed in the heart
 Me, I'm like the Highlander
 Tapping the soul of my enemies, capturing their energies
 Disappear from the stage like the vanisher
 Grabbin the mic and drive a spike right through the center
 For these niggaz all sequenced up like the spinners
 I get the crowd high like paint thinners
 And watch me cruise, crackle and splinter
 They can't tackle the impenetrable sound
 Sciences of Hieroglyphics even with assault rifles
 And silencers, M-16s ain't hitting nothing
 When we corrupting rappers
 Togetherness like alpha flight when we write
 The unmistakable interaction in your ears, outta sight
 Fightin in a circle, we workin the mic 2 deep
 Pass that mothafucka so I can sink my teeth in
 Center myself, then I walk through the flames
 AKA The Mangler, feelin no pain
 No stranger to the danger room I'm into
 Meditation, blood coursin through my veins
 So the thoughts came interlaced with the taste of victory
 I'm slippery, rippin these niggaz apart
 From start to finish...and it don't stop (Keep on)

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 [Casual]
 Put Toure on the mixer, smooth as an elixir plus
 The ??? flows of us
 Get a glorious response you're boring next to John
 I'm the only individual not capable of having a prime-time
 Can't capture this rapper from this present day backwoods
 To the depths of iniquity no one can get with me
 I used to battle Socrates rockin these same styles
 Inventor of math and science, holdin my style
 Showin defiance to the gangsta jargon you barkin
 Metaphysically sparkin in psyche when mic's in my face
 ??? to blow up the place
 A striver, I'm the MacGyver of the black race
 The unforgettable prestigious speeches
 Manifested by the northwestern regions

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