[Verse 1: Sole]

Okay everyone

Put away your boyish desires, your buoyant sighs

Your rolling eyes, your lust for Rolling Rock

Your lust for getting rocks off with other follies

All your desires for couch and TV

Pick up a book, pick up a shovel

Put down the gun, throw up the fist

Throw intelligent words in this game of conversation

Try a new arrangement, dollars and sensibility

Intelligence and ability, eloquence and nobility, delicatessens

Treat your girl like you treat your TV

How you should use your headphones and positive role models

Try staying home, stop trying to prove, stop trying to be

Stop trying to do, just be proof, do, and exist

Go to college, respect your mother

Look out for your little sister, respect no one except yourself

Treat all others how you expect in return

Exercise intellect, if you're lackin', pretend

Call few people enemies and call fewer people friends

Don't do it for the wealth, do it all for the love

Love everything you do and do nothing halfheartedly

Be what you speak, man, never speak on what you be

Even if you're lost, front like you got a plan

It ain't that hard, but stand if you're ready to be a man

[Verse 2: DoseOne]

I come to you with one heart broken in two

Lashed hands and many flaw, a man

In return, I ask only an ego-less unbiased listen

For what I speak of offers freedom from mind

Freedom from a focused impulse, freedom

And not at all the spangled, Yankee Doodle

Union musket encompassed sense of liberty

Which our forefathers in Holy-Wood have fed

And sold us for scores

I'm eluding, and rightfully so, to salvage clear-headedness

Of composed fated state of human being

No grand inquisitor myself, I pour forth

A pensive frown upon and frustrated

Humble, however, furious

This reason for being here

This well you've found is phenomen-all-lone

In the immortal words of Oliver Wendell Holmes

"A mind that is stretched to a new idea

Never returns to its original dimension"

Simplistically, topsoil is no seashell

Full of bitter ocean body, but it can be

Changing for and from triumph to mystery

Every somehow has a place

Where you dare not set foot and can't see a thing

So weave those silver threads into soul-leveled bonds

And be unbounded

No longer, manipulative, let it go

Go, let the wandering take it all in

Generate, make you yours

My masters, my pupils, my equals

Drop, decorate, I implore you, just think

[Verse 3: Alias]

Let me address you with two conflicting topics at this moment

Two paths I've roamed it

Intention to hit home with this discussion

And make you pawn to strengthen your words

Not talking racial connotation, but loosely tied with bees and birds

Also loosely tied with opposites

The depths of negativity in your soul

Let it take control, and you can see deeper into the hole

Of self-destruction it's obstruction of the opposite feeling

My fellow men and women, it's love and hate with which we're dealing

I've experienced both words, let's ponder my theory and thought

On these two and the correlation that each other has brought

I've sought the answer and I've found hate is stronger than love

I love to hate you, I hate to love you

Hate always ends up above

It's much easier to say you hate than to say you love a person

But easier to say you love material or love currency when it's dispersin'

I've realized long ago that either word is a delicate topic so

Hence the circle on my finger "I.D.O." on that day was my flow

And although I see many problems in my fellow man

Hatred of others is absolutely not my master plan

My other spiritual half has taught me much about my true feelings

I was slipping into mental remission

But it was brought into the healing process

I consider myself blessed when I think

Floating up above the majority makes others look like they sink

Hating, you give up nothing

Love, you give it up all

So I smirk at all of y'all

While you await my downfall

[Verse 4: Slug]

Condescending, the lake dove into

When you finally acknowledge that I'm not pretending

Follow the language, the direction, the dialect

The cadence, the enunciation, emphasis, pretentiousness

Assumption makin' an ass of you

Point A in the air you share with me

Point B now draw a straight line connecting us

Wait, wait man who's not paying attention?

See, class here's the problem

Y'all all need to quit resting and collectin' dust

My stance resembles anger but no your perception's crooked

Now be some good little bastards, turn your textbooks to page seven

Where it reads that God got drunk, drove heaven into a tree

Now there's no reasons left for you to continue to breathe

Haha, just joking only trying to see who's listenin'

Now heads up, time to test the potential of your faults

And the results will stay confidential

For as long as you face the front of your self-esteem

Lose focus, get broken at the seams

Let's open up the discussion for comments

To complement your circumcised mind state while I ride on your anxieties

Trying to speak to the class and justify the act

By pointing my finger at your head and askin' you what the fuck is that

Thank you, thank you