(Illicit D)
I forgo the deception of my visual perception
Never settling for my initial reception
Mental dissection
Brings personal reflection
And from this spiritual inspection, we get spiritual perfection
Learn with my eyes, and see with my mind
Mental images
Not many possess a vision of this kind
But through time
You might find
That you were seeing through your mind's eye the whole damn time
Physically, I'm shackled down
My chains fuse into the ground
But mentally i feel so free i see beyond infinity
Vivid thoughts become dreams, dreams become reality
What lies beyond is simply me
For I am everything

(Tornup)
Thunder asunder
Blundering
All buying into the plunder
One nation under
One deranged, delusional class
A dangerous fusion of massive bodies of gasses
Whites write history books
Their kids forget what their past is
A culture of exploitation
Captivating the masses
Relying on irony
Identity melted by camera flashes
When the phoenix arose from the ashes,
they called him, "Nigga"
A god was born
And words are just words if you don't know how to use them
I don't give two-thirds of a shit who you say you're with
If you verbally abuse them
Fool's logic, I deduce them
In a neatly action packaged rap track so grusome

(John Proctor)
Take this shit and use it!
Miller high life? Abuse it!!
A few dudes writing rhymes just for amusement!
I just try to spew it!
Just like I view it!
But sometimes it's easy to fake it like a Judas!
And when I say I do this? I really try I really try
until I slide into a deep abyss and then I miss my ride
and I'm too drunk to drive, so what am I so what am I to do a few of you I trust to make me home arrive
and then I supply myself
with some much needed rest until
hello moon
and again the night is young I guess.

(Kid Brash)
I got technique drippin out my cerebral juice trippin
Tongue flippin for these microphones
Green leafy's leave that white alone
Chillin maxin in my zone
Here comes my little brother
Yellin at me like "these bones need twistin Muthafucka"

(John Proctor)
Hey
since you called my name, I guess I'll go insane
yo I go Wade like Dwayne the women might not know my name but they still handing out brain
bitch I go Flocka no flame
floating just like David Blaine
and if I can't think of a thing
I'll pass it back to Kid Brash to see what he got to say.

(Kid Brash)
Hey
It must be time for my verse
I'm Headed in head first
For a hearse
Ah yeah
I could go for a blunt and blitz
All these commercial rappers are shit
All on the industry's dick
Droppin those shit plops
On the population
I'm hatin
Gettin all butt hurt
Humiliation created
Egos feed the heads inflated
Like a I've never been so jaded in life
But I got stripes
Like a nam vet
On acid, sippin some sprite

(Illicit D)
Maaayne!
Seaching for a higher flight
These lowly pilots entail
That they can second-hand my smoke
Puffin' on my chem-trails
Burnin' out your entrails
Day old curry
Flush a shitty rapper down the toilet in a hurry
Shine a light from the mind, make the cock-roaches scurry
Conjure a haze of raid and fry all ya fuckin' brains.

(Tornup)
Lames fold up
Sleeves rolled up
Monday shit
It's mundane
We came with the cold crush
The gold rush