(john Proctor)
It can't be time for me to find out that my eventually will crap out
but when that day comes I'll be prepared
neck hairs stand up sturdy I'm feeling scared
but I understand
Yeah I understand it's inevitable
but when that day comes
please unplug I'm not to be a vegetable
you gotta revel in the devil's pleasures
cuz if you don't enjoy yourself now
what's next the heavens?
I think not
if god was around he would've reflooded the basement
when they shot Pac'
life now has a laugh track and jackasses to laugh at
all around me
TV characters and twisted fad raps.

(Tornup)
Take fat stacks of Wale's gouda
Abstracted Hallelujah
R.I.P.Jesus
We hardly knew ya
Who's is what?
Glued to such and such's stuff
The thrill of will
Talk slow
"God, he flow so braggadocio!"
I stack empirically how gangster rappers lynch men
Lyrically
Spirit be where your eyes can see
Light it to ignite, G
Just in case the church be on some piracy
Ridiculous as Levitcus
Solicitous wickedness
I move through osmosis to comatose syntheses
Limitless infamy
I spit that Motorhead, Lemme
Killed By Death
You spit like All My Children crying over daytime Emmys
Olmec
Temple steps
Get busy with this knowledge, son
Indigenous win prestigious Mark Summer Sanders college fund?
Cash divided wrong
Kill a Viacom network's net worth
If wet works, assurance the tech murks
An expert in exploit
Medicinal fretwork
The next joint you listen to, I'll teach you to jet Earth
Debt births cadets
Gazettes duettin with set jerks
The young turk wantonin a Don Juan
Wannabe Gangnam
Return of the Gong
Swan song
Havoc
Emphatic tongue
Lickin grads stung

(Kid Brash)
I Wish I had the funds to fund my fun habits
Like Never ending skins filled with Mother Earth
at every meal, I'm fuckin with seaweed wrapped snapper
Brain all astral, In other worlds, In other words
Gas rules everything around me
It sucks when you're flat broke
Ingest drugs proudly
I'm grubbing on some coma toast and columbian roast
In the devil we trust, we take souls
People say I spit well
But I never talk about nothing
Well. The song remains the same
like, Fuck the fame
And fuck the reviews
Fuck living in shame
I spit brain matter
Like dexter with the blood splatter
scatter...