(John Proctor)
I heard they're making drugs in the basement, nothings harder than having to face all this hate shit, on top of that all basic nesseccities are second rate and made of fake shit, write my own ideas, keep it makeshift
Frequently asked questions, what's good for your health, I couldn't tell you my brotha go fend for yourself, cuz I don't know myself
I never was one to pay attention, nothings fun in the 3rd demension
you don't have to die to leave the earth, in fact I act in front of stangers like I'm Colin Firth
all the time writing rhymes is on my mind, see I'm always on that same shit you know that keep me sane shit
she said she want Lil' Wayne dick, this ain't Hollywood, hop up on a plane or come and get this plain dick
My mood rings green, the salt lamps out
For a muse I'm in need John Proc with my COCK OUT!

(Kid Brash)
Keep it moving
Keep it groovin
And hand me a light
I'm trying get my mind right
So I can write history
It seems to me
That all of these whack mc's
Should R.I.P
By their own doing
A sick rhythm and beat
that's the correct motif
Fuck that new radio rap
I prefer antiques
Shits brutal, big pupils
Johnny on the rocks
until I'm in a box, purple
Shit
Like inspectah deck
I Raise hell with the flava
Cut with the razor
Blood shot eye gazer
And I like the pussy bald like Frasier
Laser treat the twat
Or not, either way lets hit
I'm feelin good as hell
Off the heavy smellin
Marijuana, a goner
I wonder if I'll ever sober up
I never committed to fuck
Packin up the truck
And kick rocks
Why not

Anita Baker:

(john Proctor)
I'm mackin' mathematically hot emphatic static keep the facts intact and ladies in the rural attracted like tractor pulls
city slick suburban on lock I'm sittin' sickning and furtive but nonsensically assertive when I'm lickin' a shot
I do what you do, we're gettin' off with voodoo
sugar brown queen crown, Zulu nationality, reality
its true while cookin' food my shine is guru-ed
I cook the cabbage up in a stir-fry with a blue moon
she can't believe it, believe me ma I don't intend to deceive it
I've much to learn you got an opportunity to teach it.

(Kid Brash)
I Met you in the dog park
You said your name was Lisa
Or mellisa, anyway it was damn fine to meet ya
come over for a good meal
and maybe a little reefer
I think we'll get along good
If you hate wiz kalifa
I see a diva, anytime she wanna meet a chinky eyed fella
With the weed man on speed dial
Green mile, got flicks on file
Like Harold and Maude
Just me and broad
And some fire