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OnlyOne:
I pick up bitches at the food court, listenin' to Too Short
Offer 'em a newport, ask 'em if they do porn
Impregnate 'em at they school dorm
Then they gave birth to lukewarm newborns that grew horns
Choke a rec exec by his necktie
Break him down to polypeptides, like I won’t polly next time
You prolly guess I’m bitin' the bullet
I give right and live life to the fullest, motherfucker
Illmaculate:
You rappers are half dead, we’re liver than fuck
You got screws loose?
My flathead’ll tighten 'em up
A crazy nut, washing my knife until the blade is rust
That way when my veins are cut, either way I’m fucked
Just keep your mind focused on this Earth, feet planted
While I’m blindfolded drawing perfect circles freehanded
Just working on my mic cord reflex
The cyborg life form psych ward reject
Ethic:
I sit back, lettin' the ink script
An exotic location for me to defeat stress
Put it to sleep — rest — I never will beat death
But I’ll keep it close and make the most out of each step
I been around the block, worked around the clock
Still not really sure the amount my bank account has dropped
I ain’t bout to stop, I got crowds to rock
They cheer as I move the mountain top they shoutin' off
Gold:
I strap the cityscape something haggard
The knuckle dragger puddle splasher
Who keeps it moving in a forward manner
There’s cats who just stand there and those who hustle backwards
And when they lose their glamor
What’s good for the goose is good for the gander
It’s fear factor in the city strip, not factoring the idiots
Who don’t know fact from fiction unless it’s for symians
Disassemble them cause only a robot can go dumb
And short c-c-circuit searching for whatever’s golden
IAME:
I can’t seem to dig myself up out of this hole
It’s got a hold on me like Emilie Rose
In the Rose City I see demons everywhere that I go
Saw a ghost in shelltoes it was Jay he was saying «Walk this way»
I never made it back up outta this straitjacket
Schizophrenic demented the way I treat rappers
Like, like I’m losing it again
Now step to this and let me introduce you to the end
Mo-b:
Let me show you my turf, without Google Earth
Most are out for the perks, I’m out to oust Lucifer
It’s two for four 40s, forty hand Fridays
A star without a universe, glued to his MySpace
I’m sitting sideways in my dirty ass holes
I’m a dirty asshole wearing purty ass clothes
It’s the City of the Rose, Hiphop and heavy metal
Yeah the City of the Rose, cause we all peddle
Sapient:
I turn on the loudspeaker, to clown you mouthbreathers
Before you weren’t down but sure now you sound eager
To try to comprehend or read what I wrote
People are blown away cause they overrated favorites don’t even come close
Speak for your own, I constantly have to talk to peeps
And tell them that they’re obsolete and it shows
We create the music to trance for the truth to the answer
Removing the trash there’s no delusions of grandeur
Al-One:
Yo I’m really honored to rep the NEP (?) as hard as I possibly can
Without a word from your sponsors
Independently pressed, northwest we taking action
Motivated tryin' to make shit happen
Some choose to do it in a mainstream fashion
A more flashy approach to promoting the backpackers
A more fancier glow on your digi pack package
But we still pack the show and keep the fans hands clapping