[Benefit]

A microphone has grown out of my wristbone

I've lost control of my vocal tone, spitting this sick poem

I'm possesed by hip-hop delivering spirit

I fear it because my hand is constantly scribbling lyrics

I can't eat, or even sleep in my bed

Tormented because a beat will always creep in my head

I can't listen to a drum loop without timing it

Can't hold a conversation without rhyming it

I walk down the street and my brain's known to rattle

Because I'm thirsty as hell for a mother f**king battle

I have no TV, already broke it in three

Because I turn it on to see another whack emcee

I have lyrics in my head, they always stop and then go

I constantly daydream about rocking a show

Write my rhymes all my life as it begins and ends

Broke as f**k cause I'm always out purchasing pens



[Blitz]

I'm the analyst, observe all angles of existance

The last dime in the dollar, completing the sentence

The ninety other pennies tossed through the wormhole

Worthless as the bitch dancing naked on the pole

I've seen twenty different worlds, at least eight dimensions

I'm better than an ameteur, repends instead of pensions

Who's the next worthless soul ready to stand up

Thinking they got the Holy Grail but they're sipping the false

cup

Lately I've been spotting, on the words of the rotton

With my looking glass, and hands to the upper class

Groups of blinded ones gather at a steeple

I label it an meeting place for meaningless people

Coalitions of hard rocks living without purpose

I sarcastically attack with the one man word circus

A surface of slippery ice, a dangerous crack

In the path of the ones who walk with their minds slacked





[Lawson]

Verge in the microphone, you begin to panic

Because I'll make the crowd seem the like the Atlantic that your

style is

frantic

It's so whack the store banned it

Had people covering their ears saying I can't stand it

My style is so fly you can't land it, I bring the supply because

people

demand it

My rhymes stand alone like they were a bandit

Three hundred and sixty degees and my CD's outstanded

It's so smooth it feels like it was sanded

Figures of speech make me smile like you were on candid

I'll pass you like you're a hand-it

When I come with rhymes that punch like a fist

Taking your microphone so fast cracking the bones in your wrist

Seperating you from me like mist

Eliminate the competition, by spitting from every dimension

mentioned

Benching emcees for flenching as I build up tension

Clenching the number one spot

Leaving your body to corrode and rot, to corrode and rot



[Rek]

Pass me the mic, I'll ignite like the birth of a constellation

Spit rhymes without hesitation, poetic devestation

Hip-hop's my love and recreation

Causing me to rise like elevation, syllables slice causing

decappitation

I hold the mic tight enough for strangulation

Getting technical like a calculus algorithm is my precision

Rhyme angle like pereputal vision

Code like red, I drop lines like a clumbsy cokehead

Judge like Dredd, countdown till the twelve hour has begun

I'm the one, the chosen son, I'm an odyssey like space, 2001

A new day has begun and the weight on my shoulder outweighs a

ton

And always when I rhyme, something always wicked this way comes