Released on April 8, 2002

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[Verse 1: M. Sayyid]

Made out of everything, steady I'm ready, petty rappers

Frontin' gun clappers, A&R selling you cars

Selling you stars, round trip ticket to Mars, so I picked it apart

Spit it, hit it, get it pivot, swivel and dribble twist with the sparks

Touch this, rush off with crutches, churches and hushes

While I'm rollin' dutches past the ruckers

Make a flow in my head, push the clutch

(yo, yo, easy, easy)

(yo, he didn't even use his blinker, what the fuck, man?)

Weavin' bobbin noddin' I'm keepin' features swollen

Heighten pressure on the hemoglobin (swallow the nitrate)


[Verse 2: High Priest]

You want your playlist to pop?

Put APC at the top

While I'm choppin' the pavement, it's toxic

I only spit pure hot, it's the brolic

So what if it's popular

I got to infect you in order to affect you

And I don't expect you go get it at first

My brains burst

Sprayin' pure freon on Celine Dion

Scream on cats like Sam Kinison

Innocent bystanders swarmin'

My thoughts formin'

And dormant MCs want to live again

(yo, talk to your man, your man is wild)

Ease back, he's that character

With disparaging patterns

That manage to damage, I'm famished


[Interlude]

Mega


[Verse 3: M. Sayyid]

Cats trapped up with the hate

But I crack back and inflate

Smack tracks hack you in eighths

Wild safari straight primate

When I spit the tape, spit at the fakes

Spit it to pivot from snakes


[Verse 4: High Priest]

Geeze, for cripe's sake, please give it a break

Gotta chop two eights into four bar spaces

My innovations open faces over the duration

For the advancement of the art form

I put cats in back braces