[Verse 1: Opio]
I’m sharper, I’m piercing armor and tunneling
Through ya bubble GS like a submachine (cling!)
See raps like a drug rush, feel it in your membranes
Tearing up your equilibrium, high as Rick James
Sniffing his brains out with flames to the crack pipe
That’s like facing the Imperium, we flashlights
In total darkness (where’s that?) Noah’s ark shit
Everybody gotta take a puff when I spark this
Combinations 0, 1, 2s. They can massacre your whole platoon, we bad news
Microphone Bloody Sunday with no gun play
Opio is like Mafioso with these vocals
[Verse 2: A-Plus]
Mind your own, try to find your own, before your
Time is gone, see we all dying' alone
I've never been the one to cry if you don't
But who the hell am I to imply what you decide is wrong
Give a shit about what you side you on
Or who you're going to kill
Ya’ll keepin' it real don't pay none of my bills
Still I keep at it to feed my weed habit
No seeds, its sticky green, please, I don't need acid
Shit crucial, my crew’ll bruise you
Wrongfully accuse fools, confuse you like ya boo do (ay, do that shit)
It’s final, don’t ignore my call, I slice like Orenthal
A little lookin’ for ya homie, better pour it all
Cause when I’m done wit cha, it won’t be a fun picture
The medics’ll come get ya and put ya on that one stretcher
Make you click one lesser, subtracting, smackin’ em
They was actin’ dumb, really actin’ like they mackin’ sum
[Hook]
Mind ya own, own ya mind
Find a zone to refine ya soul with ya own design
S-O-U-N-D-S-C-I-E-N-C-E (SOUNDSCIENCE!)
[Verse 3: Del]
I know you eyeing’ this, don’t trip that’s just the sciences
Admire it. Your sire is here
It’s like sirens you hear (ooh you in big trouble!)
Whoever wastin’ time on the mic that nigga get double the dose
Del. I’m known well out here, I’m a fixture
Picture a bumbling oaf coming close
Simple commands, like stop, run and go
I got a hundred flows, measure high as numbers go
I think we done with yo weak ass, I speak math
Think equations, ink yo brain in
Bring back your imagination, knowledge and ignorance
Use it in my music cause all of it’s limitless
[Verse 4: Phesto]
I'm chocolate thunder on the track board
Throwing heat like Goose Gossage
Sidearm, like a firearm on a hostage
It's contact sport with gat force high-phonics
With no hydraulics the mighty Moloch (?) is high wattage
Breaking sonic barriers with solidarity
Transmission double clutch, I'll double Dutch the snare
We pimp diffusion, like Herbie hands (?) many moogen (?)
Skate to Cardinal like blades on Olympic luges
Fluctuate my deluxe delusion, a state of flux maneuver
I'm armor-all on vinyl, ya'll vaginal
In a candlelight vigil, vital signs are final
Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes in tight spirals
Slicin’ through the underbrush with Cas, Pep Love and Del-meister
Yeah, hire a sniper
I still dodge his bullets while I windmill the spider
Hard performance, use your grill for windshield wipers
Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper bitch
Now, you get bang for your buck not bait and switch
[Verse 5: Tajai]
This year we takin’ shit, and ain’t takin’ SHIT
We reworking, retooling, remaking it. Long-term maintenance
I said it, I meant it, my aesthetics acidic
Insidious hideous litany swarming in syphilitic lyricists
The critics and self-professed purists
Self-check upon the appearance of experience
Battles wage, melted stages are smokin’
Spoken twelve-gauge by which your crowd will get pelted
Grabbin’ his belt and hold it high in the sky
Sound-science applied in abundant supply
[Hook x2]
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