SCURVY D:

Welcome to the land of the Forty Frames

Lots of peaks and valleys here in our landscape

You got to face the change as we rearrange

The pace at which thoughts roll through your brain

Preemptively shake you, break you and remake you

Decidedly real like scientific breakthroughs

That show how little in fact, we really knew

Packed with a dose of hope, ‘cause you ain’t screwed

Bow to the kings of hip hop’s salvation

Masters of underground renovation

Pure elation, ‘cause we ain’t faking

Triller than trill, for the next generation

Found the Abyss, and we pushed right past

You bastards can’t handle half of our craft

You’re daft if you think you fuckers can blast

What we put out for a joke and a laugh

WYATT:

I used to write carelessly

I’m still careless but I care for this

I’ll embarrass you effortlessly

Destroy what you cherish and love

You’ve created a monster despite your best efforts or lack thereof

I am the ox breaking the yoke kicking a dove into a tiny million feathers

Fuck peace I’ll destroy whatever comes at me

I’ve lost everything, lost in the Heather fields where my father house

Once stood

I’d’ve burned it down myself if I thought I could

That smell of wood, that smell of piss, that smell of strip club

Membership cards and expired Camel points tickets all ashes burying the

Brick foundation where the basement used to be

My vacation is five seconds of silence and a 9mm with no safety

ANTHONY:

Forget the palm lines, it’s seen behind your eyes

Your cause of death won’t be found in a deck

I took on the profession long before the lords came down

Before the first apocalypse

Nostradamus of death; accept my psychic heritage

The first time I was born was before the swarm of locusts

This ain’t no hocus pocus or bogus midi-chlorians

Once again, I transcend against all that

Ant be back on the mic, time and time again

After your life begins, I’mma tell you how it ends

And when it’s all gone I’ll take another shape

Escape from your fate is hard to await

FORREST:

Back to back, brothers from another mother attack

Single or stacked

Ain’t no disputing the fact

That our slice is precise

Like an Exacto knife

Even over distances and varying branches of our lives

Through this, remaining true

And we’re bringing this to you

Hurdles are made for busting through

Strolling with the crew

That you would die for, any war

Settling the score

Stable core, from the days of yore

Bringing you more