Eight Bar

[Intro: Muad 'Dib] Ha ha! (Ahh!) Hello, can you- (yeah!) Can you hear- (yeah, yeah!) Well... (who's that?) Ahh... (here it comes, here it comes, here it comes) [Toussaint] Mmm, I got soul and blues notes in my throat Got these heads turning like bicycle spokes The ground jumps up when I land and crush stuff Leave my shoe imprints so deep in the cement, I get my luck stuck Serving MCs like Starbucks on a lunch rush All volume but now, it went hush hush So now I'm just laxed with a pen and book by the lake Got Miles Davis - Birth of the Cool on play [New MC] If thе human race had never lost our tails Thе tip of mine would likely be dirty with disease Swinging from trees, she's bringing the breeze And I'm having it brought My favorite hobby if I lobby the thought Caught between a punch clock and a shroom trip Skip the snooze button, this year we making movement Kanserous, Interlock [Muad 'Dib] Yes indeed the best believer, abominable snowman of men of freezing Laker players whose ladies stay iced over and blow colder than Shiva The type to bust and burst and leave diamond dust dispersed Giving the winter's kiss to the lips behind the verse It's the tongue slinger wheelman demolition expert Ex-merc black ops specialist in wet work My cover is that of a mild mannered desk clerk Sketching weapon specs on the Etch A Sketch under my desk at work [Felix] I know a couple of cats who rap, a band has got their back When they land on track, the shit gets lit like candles melting wax In facts, they live in Minnesota, breaking out the seams Guaranteed to move a crowd like Mexican jumping beans Jeans below waistline and heart below shoulders I'll break down a track, I got more theories than Mulder Hold her if you got her, but you gotta let her know That you won't pay her no attention when you comes to our show [Mesh One] You're on your knees like a prostitute and already lost your loot On taking your clothes, but now, it's gonna cost your boot A concept pursuit, you're staying tight and slaying mics I'll wear your thong cuz I took fair Recon advocating gay rights A day in the life of staying the light, relaying the right, the man of the mic Is me to free your soul, yo, we all paid the price Got you off your rocker like an alcoholic elder Descriptive with the wordplay, developed with my felt tip [Adviser] Phat camp, last day, we've come to sign your t-shirt So you can be a Fashion Plate but your rhymes will need work When will they finally learn? Don't mess with O-double-D J-O-B-S, we take none, sucker free You stuck in freezing weather with some Mineapple cats And your battle raps sound like you got em from a Snapple cap Smacking cats with pleather cuz I'm better than the real thing And make you lick my brake pedal for that nostalgic feeling [Crescent Moon] I got a team of Minnesota hip hop fiends We so nice, we leave a tip for soda pop machines This track's a free throw with me and my peoples Didn't I teach you? Don't bite the dick that feeds you Where did he find the rhythm behind the rhythm behind the words? He was digging in mines, skipping in lines, spitting his rhymes for sure Man, I seen him just the other day, this brother slayed the mic It was the strangest sight, his name is P.O.S., he gave it life [P.O.S.] Style cramper, Mr. Of-Course-That-Cold-Lamper Spit like a fully grown Attack of the Clones lying camper Pamper beasts before molesting em, lick snails before undressing em Promises stressing em Uh, ah, your style's like eating a tube of Go-Gurt It was a bad idea in the first place, when it's all over, my stomach hurts It makes you wanna stick my hand in my mouth and pull my stomach out my damn throat It's absurd cuz inside out, it's wiggity wiggity wiggity dope! [Midway Nomi] I'm like the prodigal son, product of patience and passionate lungs Brothers been waiting to see what I brung Never kiss a iron hand, it'll punch you in your face Take your smack back, Jack, cuz I'm feeling the bass I kick Mississippi River shit, that pussy willow hollow tip Spit before you polish it, got knowledge like a college kid Yo, neighborhood, let's do this for the greater good I narrate the wooden wood, we going Hollywood! [Cecil Otter] I got that strucken flame and I'll convert it until it's eternal It's a little bit faint but I'll fill it with fate before it spills into the funeral parlor I'll fill it with fate and burn holes in the infernos that I harbor And I learned the roles of burning coal and turn those tables a little harder I'm unable to offer softer things, I gotta sing And chop up the exhausted wings of the butterflies lost in my inner linings Now I've been here signing blame to the splinters that are in my siding Now the flames are rising with the leftover cinders that you've been hiding [Outro: Felix] Heiruspecs, y'all! (Who?) Make this boom bap, boom bap, rap sluggo? Who that, yo?