(feat. Spoon Iodine, CVE)



[Aceyalone:]

It's the audio ????? dynamics

don't panic, frantic

put me in the middle and I'll battle, fight 'em off

manic depresent for sonic

embelishment

nuts and bolts and millions of volts and concrete

and asphalt

it's the end of the world and your fault

waiting for someone to open the gate

clean slate

greens on your plate

and still have no control over your fate

you masturbate, ejaculate, stale mate, stuck



[Spoon Iodine:]

what the fuck?

abbracadabra

you'll get flushed in a falling Niagra

gush

and gore

is what you in for

the only Clinton that I listen to is George

speak of the devil, one world president

rebels hesitent, check, change

another nail in the coffin

beware of the false prophet

and the angels with the last seven plauges

elves, they'll carve your eyes and nose into a pattern

your head is now an orniment

a jack-o-lantern

typical ????? state

oh my god, i'm aetheist for christ sake

never let us catch you

worshipping any statues

or the mark of the beast

any tattooed foreheads

branded, God can't stand it

showing you his last name ain't Dammit

one fled, but now he's dead

i subtracted three sixes from the back of his head

dedicated niggas wanna die

Iodine



[Riddlore:]

an ocean, front, line and center for inspection

private, what type of style is that?

'uh.. what do you mean, sir?"

i mean, what type of style do you ??? MCs call your self carriers of?

i can't like an aquarian type of style, did you have one?

specific of mind there's an ocean

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed

Private Fish

I like to see them offers

now we're not gonna have any of this

Starfish, Halibut Hardfish

do you understand me?

'yes, sir'

I can't hear you

'YES SIR!'



[NGA Fish:]

and when it come to new styles, few style like I do love

to style

ooh, whooo are theeese MCs

with their filthy paws on my silky drawers

styles up from the bottom of my well while

while suckas put their ear to that NGA Fish shelter

hear a new style, a 32 style in mono

i know, it seems that maybe you - kinda over - looked it

but nigga you knew that style was dangerous when you took it

b-b-b- bust blast

dearly beloved

we're gathered here today to pay our final respects

to this newly departed style

it was a good style

it died so young

why so young?

snatched from the tip of a tounge

in it's prime

this rhyme'll rhyme

crime

gotta stop, but I cant

'cause I master styles

????? your styles to pass it faster than expected (expected)

eclectic... uh

rejected... uh

collect it... uh

disected... uh

this is what dreams are made of... NIGGA!

me being able to say what I really wanna

yeah you ain't gonna

shoot, shoot then

shoot me, don't shoot them

shoot

you talk shit like your mouth was a doop chute, duke

I'm about to nuke your small planet and turn everyone who looks at me to

granite

oh my where am I?

I need stills my legs are too high

my arms are too short I need crutches

I need help!